poem ii brien james dawson I've always had this hard time listening and you know that grab it I've always been told go ahead with it girl go for it grab that fire poker jab at me wild beast save your city good and deep through the rib cage now with both hands grab inside and pull all the bad thing the slow times my attention spans Forty stories unroll them like cigars your movements with your mouth are exploding fireworks big large lion eyes the beach alone at one in the morning you asked something what was it I never listen yes I will come with you.