ROUGHENED TIMELAPSE ROCKCLIMBING
(nyc, 12.13.13)
I will not list more than this : trees can think; windows
reflect; the car-drives will never drive themselves.
My new friend owns a cabaret named 'Waddle's'.
Nothing more than that will ever occur.
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Believe me, I took a real chance with this meadow -
watching like Humbert Humbert viewing kids with cancer,
or lepers with boils; all things for the thrill of the road.
Now, the lady with the gentle voice is saying it's Christmas
time again. I cannot accept anything like that and go on living.
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Along Lexington Avenue, the fat fellow with the coffee cup
again asks me for change. 'Change?', I say. I gave him two
quarters. He smiled and said, 'been waiting for a long time, sir.'
A part of me wanted to say 'how'd you get so fat then?', but
it's Christmas time in the city, and I'm a really nice guy.
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