TEN THOUSAND
NAMES FOR SMOKE
What is this, about not washing
your face; an ashcan school of
cleanliness? And how many others
can fit? I won't divulge the pattern
here, but it's not different than a
revenge porn of the mind: there's
the hot lawyer, walking into court
like she's one of them instead of
the lawyer to fight. Her whole
persona reeks 'do me.'
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It a far cry from a Harrier jet that's
just landed on the roof. Military
guys in hats counting countdowns
backward while texting lovers home.
This happens all the time : saltines
and cracker pills, guys from Indiana
thinking they've hit it big but forgetting
they first had to drive through Ohio
to get here. New York, a flagellant's
paradise for sure. I'm out.
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