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there was a man who killed a state trooper |
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and drove his pickup truck to Belmar |
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and slept in a beach house |
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a dream of the day |
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when two protons collide |
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everything everything changes |
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when i drive with floodplains on either side of me |
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and in the back seat my friends point out egrets' nests |
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high on the telephone poles |
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friends fuck each other in the guest room |
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I feel the ghost of all the parties still happening |
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right on this very spot that I am standing |
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kids are blissing in the spare room |
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light years away |
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the drug store smilers tower ten feet tall |
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over a maze of abandoned cars |
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their canceled eyes show through the holes in their sphinx masks |
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I scramble to the dunes to puke under the pale moon |
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it is initiation season |
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so watch out for the cars with no lights on |
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if you flash them they will swing aroung |
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and follow you home |
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and in the lamp light living room |
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A Portal gently pulls at all the shit that you own |
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what a relief it is to laugh like this years later |
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through tears at someone's kitchen table |
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feeling the full weight of all that dark energy |
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because there's matter and there's legion else |
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unobservable scaffolding for planets and stars |
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dry mushrooms taste a lot like communion wafers |
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to see cathedral ships behind the Bucks County sky when I was thirteen |
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my man's in a hallucination reverie |
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he says that there was a man who went and murdered a plainclothes |
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but he drove so far away from Belmar |
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because all of the people there hung glow in the dark masks |
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on every single screen door |
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a crown vic in the rear view, oh my god |