Slow Train Coming (017)

Thursday September 27, 2012 § Leave a comment

 defer chance              chainlink and pot-plants       the storm riding in, casual at 4.30
the shallow glass wrinkled with perspiration
of isolation from      a balcony        hanging forty stories high
sucks a little sugar nixed from the mirror      the taut prince
& beneath, the chronic city
patio furniture heavy with
retainers are
sweet tooth the curse of the sentry
benson & hedges, and a little tinnitus


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