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Coffee Stained Phone Bill
I'm pining in Limbo.
Becoming derecpit and swollen in the damning Vestibule.
Scintillating, squirmy memories of goey boredom that laminated me with a spackle brush; and happiness that came and went so quickly,
it should have been sold to me in a bottle.
Cigarettes and college jerseys cleave to my naps like a fitted sheet.
Sleep, big woman,
sleep away your worries for your tinkling, cocaine babies.
Sleep little man.
Rub your nose on your corduroy pants.
Do your duty, child.
Lock and load.
Do not tear your tongue away from the window of the bus.
Patches In Print
Interesting syntax - Lady A