Dead Science (The)
Holliston
Apartment floor a trash oceanLampshades black with fliesAnd buried in the furnitureAnimals too weak to surviveThe boyhood place you rememberNow no so necessarily soNever to revisitNo past now-time to goCardboard labyrinth in the parking lotCrawling in-between the stripped and lifted carsNever to revisitNo past now-time to goThe filth grew to be my cape & cowlEven after it sunk under my skinAt night, outside, shined the Batsymbol flashlight up into the skyNothing came, nothing cameAt night, outside
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