12:17.
The air of the room
is still and hot.
Through the open window,
I hear the soundtrack
of a city--
ambulance wails.
man shouts.
subwoofer cracks windows.
plastic bags tumble.
It won't let me sleep,
so I get up and walk to the mirror
like a zombie.
I look at myself and say,
go to sleep
you mediocre fuckup.
do you ever hear the sound of the taco bell on central and girard?
ReplyDeleteI would close my eyes and chalupas would glimmer over helicopters flying over.
You're not a mediocre fuckup, but you might be angstbucket college kid.
I would say a bit of both. I keep my assets diversified.
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