SO MANY DULL
TO THE STATION
The ones at the bottom of the
stairs are always smoking. It
seems they never shut up. By a
subterfuge of sharing space, I
have to hear. Like policing the
ticket booth at a carnival of
want, these endless snide
rides keep on turning.
-
Sometimes, I've noticed,
Yellow Cabs are not now
yellow.
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