Annalisa Pesek


According to this spectrascope
West of purple was where
She lost her copy of Tropic of Capricorn
She was blind from birth anyway 
So who’s responsible for this woman
Running down Jane Street naked?
Henry you filthy old fuck
I must have left you behind in a box
In Seattle with all the others
Her eyes were blue 
She held her breath, very pretty
Those holes are filled with people 
Some are depressed
Why didn’t I bring my Day Minder?
It tells me a lot
Where and when I’m supposed to appear
But not how
To pay through the nose
And people return to their towers

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