huge plastic clouds float by in the night
illuminated and made translucent
by the moto and car headlights

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the smell of sulphur increases from the drains
before the earthquakes take your bed in a circular dance

I'm wearing pink underpants
'I can't run outside in those'
and fall asleep again

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the sky outside my window is slowly being eroded
by the sound of broncial whistles and sighing machines

but in early september...the thick humidity is thinning