crashing chords and eels winding in the polystrene box
just one more print in the mud
just one more kiss.
mouth, gruel one more time
i am a fool
i am an adjective plus a noun
let me say one more time
i greet the monster machines of medical imagery
and in the cafe next to the hospital
drink coffee, smoke cigarettes and read newsprint
i don´t care
i go on one more time
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