Inhaling stars, wheezing
like an alderman who has
lost municipal faith in that
side of the tracks. Humbug
after ingesting too many
lie, might as well be
a palm reader preying
on the gloved.
Triggered by homeless
kidnappings and fixed
to debug the roach coach
so that we may all eat
Home Run Pies never getting there.
Back up for nothing and realize
it’s the same as exiting the womb — too much.
Friday, January 28, 2005
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