Wednesday, January 15, 2014
The numbers fleeing your mouth
-small, grimacing-
are
a forest of fog.
One mind at a time
the titles say,
but you could one day be
a Man in a Meeting
and the gutter punks drink church coffee
outside my apartment door.
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