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Grass is never greener they say.

I stick to the pavement- laid out half flat waiting for traffic. I see them all from here- drew a face in the crowd,

jigsawed and sick with doubt-

laced with flame for the short breath I gave him. So long shadow I cast scratching til the lines bleed; blended and warm swirling out the sillouhette. Grass is never greener they say. I stick to the pavement- laid out half flat waiting for traffic. I see them all from here- drew a face in the crowd, jigsawed and sick with doubt- Met a corpse rat that day- eloquent and bold and signed my face with it's tail- I went from painter to canvas to crooked on your bathroom wall that night. Nailed up for cover on the bullet crack and yellow stain and creeping decay. Met a corpse rat that day- eloquent and bold and signed my face with it's tail- I went from painter to canvas