AS FAR AS ALL THIS GOES
(outside the new quick-chek store)
I cannot enter many places. I seem
a stranger now everywhere - hard
to look, and hard to see. Either way
it goes, the pestilential aggrandizement
flows. Any odd-man angles are just
harbingers of a seed-time harvest.
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Here's the major domo, right where
he lives : still buying those scratch-off
tickets and scratching like mad. I'm
wondering if he's using his last penny,
or dime. And where's all that waxy
grime go; in his car, where he sits
hardly trying?
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The best thing for both him and me,
today, is that the coffee is free. Ole!
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