A windshield rocks
as wipers smear and swim.
A dirty box
with tube tube socks
and a lamp shade made of skin.
The light shows veins
a Franken brain
It all comes from within.
That sullen stain
of blotted pain
Stretching wears us thin.
A little switch
A little flinch
and lights released from sin.
Through a blot
on tube tube socks
A snake sneaks under skin.
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