TRIFLES LIKE THESE
Claudia, take my hand. Billy,
go away. I've got nothing but
misunderstanding for you both.
Lunch today was at Hamelin's
on 23rd. Just a few doors west
from the old Chelsea Hotel.
Not like of old, though - the
fags and the junkies are all
normal now. That's to the
good. People take hands on
themselves and fix things
all up. They go to museums
in places where death one
resided. Now it's all prim
and proper.
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Even the bicycles around
here are rainbow or pink.
I don't miss the stench, but
I do miss the stink.
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