Book of Blues

210. 

  #5

   Quetzalcoatl 

Serpent 

Mind

   See the socks

   On the line

      With peyote

Lime 

 Is it in a chair?

   Where?

    The dirt is on your hands

The wash is

   Hanging

 In black streets

    Your shoes are new

   And the knife in your pocket

     Is smiling

   At the blood suggestion 

    Of your pulse heart

       See simple

   The street is quiet

   No casual inheritance bothers

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