churn inside me.
My blood smells like metal.
I walked past large work benches
that have been scoured, ground down
and sanded to the gleaming fragments of their core.
"I can't get no satisfaction" plays over again
as I work the bass line
in my mind.
Your trickery and lament dispel the rumor mongers
that hold court
amongst The Rolling Stones.
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