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Timbus

what do you get when you crash
your car into a wall
of broken radios?

you go back to berlin
you mistake time for
tricycles racing through the house

air raid sirens of anxiety crush
hearts in a grip of serpents!
all vinegar in the veins

so you go back to brasília
looking forward to
anger & spite & cayenne crosswires

mistaking time for
a crashing of glass cars through
monumental cold

& you go back to berkeley
but you can never go back
never go back to the blood of lost teeth