OH
MY, BRILLINGSWORTH
I'm
done for now, and been quoted to death.
On
a certain foul cushion along 24th street, some
fool
has my name on his tongue, and what he's saying
just
isn't right. I'm rolling over like Fido, because
I
just might as well be dead.
-
Lemonade
and sulphur, that's what I think they
were
drinking : wearing no reputations and carrying
something
glum. 'Keep it separate', the guy said.
I
stayed in place. Out front, there was a bench where
a few other workmen
were just sitting around.
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