buried alive
shooting nine ball in a pool hall
on the corner of oak & divisadero
I sit & watch & wonder will I ever
get a chance to turn things around
I get to thinking about all the bones
buried in the dessert
of the little girl who dug & dug
until disappearing inside kokomo beach
some stories are just too good to be true
like how she miraculously survived
saved by tourists & beachcombers
who evidently gave a damn
suddenly I come back to earth
praising the bastard running the table
my butt stuck on a bar stool
raising my hand for another chance
july two thousand twenty-four
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