Wednesday, March 30, 2016


Tongue-tied, ample lipped, flaming
doozie you are. Wash my hands with
oil and water. Here's where it all comes
together. Every night, same damn thing.
The negative till is empty, and the cash guy
is out of cash. Hastings-on-Hudson got
nothing on me. I look out over the roadside
cliff : I see nothing but depths below. 

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