Lurking in dark shadows
Looking for my brain
Know if I don’t’ find it
Completely insane
Loafers with no pennies
Like smiles without teeth
Serpentine souls
On shiny mirrored streets
It’s all money on the run
And me with a pocket
Full of redemption
Sleep on a park bench
Stargaze for free
Makeshift clothes
Hang off memories
Cans collect daily
Bank gives me bread
Day old deposits crumble
In laps of the dead
Hell locks from the inside
Bubbling in the mind
Sense of it all
Sliding down my spine
I am the dog that chases her tail
Dine on Hail Mary’s lunch holy grails
Zagat of misfortune, queen of rent-free
Insolent wheel, of car beaten streets
It’s all money on the run
And me with a
Pocket Full of Redemption
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