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Loitering in halls ways,

and at the back of your throat.

A scratchy, sticky feeling.

Full of bile and disgust,

Breaking points are plenty few,

As the soldiers line up, one to one.

Shiny and tasseled.

Brass buttoned and red feathers.

Brand new on auction day.



Smoke your cigarette on your coffee break.

An unapproved usage of company time and tears

The Sirs all thumb their noses

and quote a guy named Bill.

All nihilists with a fear of bees.

You catch life in a blink of a shutter.

The soft snake-y sound of film advancing automatically.

Pretty pieces of someone else's family history

Lost in a collage of blacks and whites.



Tell the someone's from across that breakage of water

What it's like with every family having a car or two.

And they'll laugh, and bat their eyes,

making up something just as facetious to boast back.

Or they'll shake their heads, their fists swinging in the overheated air

As they shout at you in your ungratefulness

In the novelty of a plastic gallon of milk.

And twenty kinds of tooth paste.



Promise not to laugh

At little boys in V-neck ladies fashion.

Perfectly at home in rags, and red dust

At home with the green snake

Whose insides are sky blue.



4:52 AM 9/25/02