lineage 1

if I could describe his death wish
how he was a winter ghost a
throaty sax playing out of sight
secrets the drums brushed the
bitchy snare a
piano limping like a hero
liquor and raining
most nights he could recall
oceans in the city
the myth of floods the
missing man in the room with a window
his eyes closed only in sleep
could he have been the
miscalculation someone claimed

was he already then
the bones of desertion

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