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Odessa. I confess.
I saw you on the pixel screen
You were more or less attractive than my
Bride to be.
So I left her, Odessa
In a mess of Attorneys
Way down in San Pedro
10 minutes from the edge of the sea.

See that man with his cleaver,
And the frozen meat deep in the freezer
The skinny immigrant Russian girls
On their liquid crystal knees
They don't fight
Don't bite back
They don't lie
For a dollar ninety-nine
You can close your eyes with
Odessa,

...what a mess
You left me in
And I never even met her
In the flesh like we used to
Back in 1993.

Cybernetic. I'm electric
I got a collar around my neck
That tells me who to love and who
To forget

So bless you, Odessa
And all the simulated angels
A romance in my red room
From here to Miami
Or wherever.

VIDEOGRAPHY: SEAN CHRISTOPHER

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