Rain birds

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All the donuts have
Names that sound like prostitutes
And the moon’s teeth marks are
On the sky like a tarp thrown over all this
And the broken umbrellas like
Dead birds and the steam
Comes out of the grill like
The whole goddamned town is ready to blow

Tom Waits… from 9th street hennepin

..god I wish I’d written that.

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