Trapped

 in the winter on my
ceiling my eyes the size of street-
lamps.
 I have 4 feet like a mouse but
wash my own underwear-bearded and
hungover and a hard-on and no lawyer.
 I 
have a face like a washrag.
 I sing
love songs and carry steel.
 
I would rather die than cry.
 I can't
stand hounds can't live without them.

I hang my head against the white
refrigerator and want to scream like
the last weeping of life forever but
I am bigger then the mountains.

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