we'll drink to crash the gate on the sidewalk past security guards/littered amid whores in their thigh highs & pimps with melting faces/neoned boxes of faded bikinis & chest hair through half-buttoned shirts/along the streets where women are men in fine bones & tattooed arms/past the butterfly at the opening of a staircase to the day/eternal through a shaking camera in aperture priority mode/a green taint around our eyes our irregular hearts splinting towards the window/rusted & greased we'll drink & we'll drink & we'll drink.
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