kissing sweet of
dollar giant mcdonalds cokes
and cups of wine
from giant cheap bottles.
kidnapped and restless
in late nights when
the scenery crumbles,
when objects are nothing;
in bright afternoons
that feel like morning.
we are not Tennessee Williams
don't worry baby.
Friday, June 5, 2009
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