the Only Thing Left

(we should just go get it over
in the bathroom – I know of a bar where the stall door locks.)
Everyone on a train has a nice ass.
everyone on a train is waiting for a lover that they’ve never met –
only they’ve got to be faithful to the one they have.
        they know they’re fucked with that kind of reasoning
        but god damn if they don’t know there’s no other way.
she’s used to fuckin’ in the bathroom at the bar
(there’s one of the stalls that the door closes on, she knows which one it is)
god damn Delaware. god damn it, Delaware.
it’s the pit of despair waiting for an explorer,
an adventurer (hiding in the truck with “Sunday Breakfast Mission”
larger than life on the back of the roll up door
because God only gives a shit if you eat before you hear about him.
God is one mother fucking conceited son-of-a-bitch.)
And now she wants a bit of the two left,
that’s usually how it is, –
let the world tell you what you need to get going on,
it will be the only thing left.

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