SUPPORT PEOPLE
EVERYWHERE
(Outside Orly Airport, Paris)
'He called me up, holy Christ, in
the fucking Orly Airport no less,
about some dividend shit I didn't
even understand.'
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People still smoke. I watch
the ash fall. At the little airport
bar, nine people, assorted, with
their daiquiris and beers they sit.
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If you try to read a book with
anger, you will always fail. Thrown
along, on this side of the road, as
oddly incongruous as it looked,
I spied a 40-year old Citroen,
dumped on its side in the weeds.
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