Ain't No Night

last night in the metro
I wrote a book

   I could give it to you

There is a spider on my tongue

 It makes me dizzy

filled with images

        bows and ribbons

in my stomach someone is playing chess

sleeping at 9
getting up at 6
that makes sense

    believe me I'll try the best

   I wish I was a camera in that chinese chest

                                                         My smoke (still) in your face

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your smoke in my face