Oh, the arrogance of the architect
thinking he’d made the perfect sky
It looks like cheap plaster to me

So I sketch my own star signs
as a way to match up the cracks
and name them after animals I’ve known

But that horse
doesn’t kick
the way it used to
But when it does
the bass rattles

upstairs The plaster cracks It falls like rain
Covering my dreams in a coat
Fine enough to wear to my funeral

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