Adam Tedesco

Stupid nights
just don’t give a shit
they all sound the same up there
taking stabs at pronouncing
my secret name

The silence kid
stares down from the window
of the double digit floor
as an avalanche of finance
buries the city in photographs
Of flowers and towns where they grew
The market for these photos is thriving
People name their children after them
Someone you want to die owns books
about both of these subjects

And is dying to tell you
How time is measured in frozen bananas
and a dying horse masturbates
to the sound of their voice


Skinless men always wear shearlings
Frankenstein is much shorter in real life
Real life is what happens when you’re busy
playing psychic war and
Every calendar is a book about angry dogs

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