Horace Pinker

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Horace Pinker


jaw wired shut like trap 
your senses cold and numb 
you're as lifeless as a leaf in fall 
put you in the stretcher watch you crawl across the street each night 

makes me wonder if you could do it all over 
would you still feel more at home drinkin and listening 
you don't feel so alone 
more at home room full of strangers that place you call your own 

every night that you go out 
i'm at home not thinking of you or milwaukee 
like that painting left undone you have let yourself become 
a red-eyed regular just another