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brightlightsloudnoises:

won’t you bring me something
to drink,

leave your cheap apartment
and

show up at my door
unexpected,

an angel
raising
a brown
paper bag
and
sending
me away from
the trivial
bullshit,

the
repetitious,
obvious,
recycled,
offensive,
exhausting 
bullshit
that
throws a wrench in
each
sunrise,

won’t you
plug the cord
back in
that’s been tripped
by the self-conscious,

won’t you open
a beer
and
spread

your
wings