Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler - Worry

this land of lost loves and lowlifes
and strands of her hair like dangling needles
these angels weeping midnight
that streaks across their faces
running like a river
but never keeping up
she cops she's tired
along with other vagabond excuses
while monkey-fucking cigarettes from passers-by
the street ties up her hair like ribbons
she's a rodent
in some shame-numb collective
shot from the planet
stubbing her toes on stars

Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler

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