Crushing
out handclaps like cigarettes
white
noise whispering from each speaker
song
long over but the melody lingers
codas
in my mind, over the reports of car alarms
and
muffled conversation
loose
plastic groans of the office chair
Another
clean night viewed thru slanted blinds
cold
feet bare on ashy shadow carpet
smoke
in the air, streetlights slit in beams
memory
slips, hands type toward
a
dreamlike place, some lost day
I set it straight
I set it straight
crippling
nonsense intense
packed
tight with grilled cheese and avocado
Cazadores
and cranberry push back sleep
tiny
cardboard boxes fill me
cripple
fluidity, one brown duck
among
the aggressive others
that
look on your face
riding
a rusted bike on your birthday
your
smile luminescent
around
the lake and then
perhaps
a beer and a hug
potential
tumescence grabbed and poked
eating
rusty water from an old brown glass
leave
a leather letter, a leather gun in hand
garter
belt memory, a trombone face
a
cardboard avocado, a lost refrain
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