Saturday, January 17, 2015

6266. GRAVEL

GRAVEL
Sticks and stones, or however that goes : I
take it to the Tenderloin. Every girl in the 
world is haunting a doorway as I pass.  Just 
like a Nickelodeon of the mind  -  images 
soundlessly flashing by. every instant, 
a short 'stop' between.
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I just wish, I just wish. Then the sky comes 
down, then the sky comes down. (Here I
go again. Here I go again).

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