the gold that wrapped your neck
now covers my teeth,
melted down
when you melted down
on the blacktop below my feet,
no worry of bad breath
your vile is painting the street
in crimson red
i see your head
is part of the roads railing,
as i make my way
a bag full of your things
what is missing
from your leg,
your two feet
nd your wallet jumped from your pocket in to my bed,
caution it all off before
i touch the scene
the investigations done,
let in the man to clean the street
and deep cracks with brain crud
©friedman27
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