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Hamster Jazz

from Human​-​Human by Trough

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You pull up the cold sheets
with arthritic hands.
Snouts splash in the trough,
And old guts expand.

The clouds are weltering
black bags of oil dripping,
and I'm curled up in bed
and I feel my brain slipping.

A pustulent face drones on
While I soak in bathtub gin.
Satanic hamster jazz plays
On the coffin television.

What does it mean?
Wings beat in my temple.
Who crucified these birds?

Braiding flowers in my skull
with alzheimer fingers.
It's a blood sport, it's a prize fight:
Take bets on the dog that lingers.

Phosphorus tulip in my teeth,
Depleted uranium bedpan.
You shouldn't have buried me in the garden.

Dreams pass by, yes,
dreams pass by.
Friends pass by, yes,
friends pass by.

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from Human​-​Human, released December 13, 2017

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