A wedding ring gets pawned again;
The city doesn’t care –
There are few destinations like
The third block from nowhere

We called the aging barker out
To ring in the new year;
He asked for cash and methadone
And one six-pack of beer

Sidereal hypnosis as
The wave-form oscillates;
As scandals in the balance ring,
The sepulcher awaits

Be cheerful now, my only love;
We will get through this thing —
We will leave all this dirt behind,
A fading

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