for most of my life I have been a battlefield between
Curly Howard and Hawkeye Pierce
The Curly shuffle
goes like this:
whoopwhoopwhoop
back kick
slap your hand against your fist,
knuckle noises
being alive tastes like oyster soup spitting
when I watched black and white so long
I believed colors onto it
but then it goes like this:
to a later Springsteen song
how hard it gets to see pink mist,
you extend your fingers
snip off the tips
and go down doing
the Hawkeye spin
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