green lobby.
outside the weather seems
confused &
traffic
a murderous trap
i hope u didn’t get into an accident
you’re always so tragically
lit
okay
going in alone
sitting at the bar are a couple of tv men
plotting culpas
i get on a bar-stool like
a bad ass hot line
bag full of stolen time
imma order a
‘hexameter in your heater’
styler cryer! why u so mama-mia
mea late?
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