Fight like chickens over beans,
and juice, and cereal, pecking different bits –
Full on it, long before the meal,
fight like crows, inch-hopping on the sill
Peer in, little face
twisted towards those comrade clowns
They want trouble,
or strong drinks,
The work is body heavy,
for family, city, just cash
Hard hurting spheres that rise up winter skin,
then show themselves in pigment
All motion work is this, so
prepare
And I'll take that fresh ice kiss, or maybe just
someone else’s shift -
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