When the light goes out
On this town of glitter gold
I reach for my bottled water
with a little pout
a fork in the road
brimming with design
not certain of the decline
or western civilization
for ideals
are in the moss
in the swamps
but you get what you pay for
night light
station wagon
pattymelt
brimming with conceit
reaching for my bottled water
swept away
by anvils
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