Thursday, March 1, 2012

3488. SUPPORT PEOPLE EVERYWHERE

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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