The white noise machine
Doesn’t play Sabbath
If I could contemplate
Believe me I would
The word “baby” repeatedly
Leaking out of her earbuds
And me with a straight face
The waiting is easy
With this sort of thing
Telling my tired life story
Again
The next chapter
Written on fog
In invisible ink
Read only by the blind
Sacrifices out the ass
For this one beautiful life
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