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unable to cast off
the poverty within
he digs in to a paltry
and says
let them insult me
but I have to eat.

Well off?
we  are
and yet never so far
that we can't taste defeat.
Salutations friend.

I don't know this girl
I have never known this girl
but she wants to be my friend

about fifty years and a marriage late
if you ask me

My wife will see this and it could possibly
**** her off,
and I'll say
it's just my imagination darling

She'll scroll through my Facebook
anyway.
Crib sheets
do not a cover make

weirdly true
unless you can
show me it's not.

and here's a thing
I know that they'll remember me
at the Michelin
I'm the one who ordered
egg, beans, chips and spam.

wonders if I look old in this skin
if so
can I trade it in?
unscrambling random
Someone hating on someone who's hating on and it goes on and on until someone else starts hating on someone who's hating on and on and on.

got the picture yet?
I bet the media has.
It's up for debate
Parliament sitting late
but the horse has bolted
and
it's too late to shut the gate.

They talk, but we know
that they blow hot air
they don't really care
it's time for that lot to go.

Monday and time to pay for your weekend
bleary eyes?
call in sick, tell the boss lies

not me
I'm as fresh as a daisy,

skeletal because I worked my fingers
to the bone, got home,
had a glass of wine,
and time to sleep,

now, I have a day free, which doesn't come
with terms and conditions.

She
may have other ideas.
~
Lipstick to void. She is a race against time. The beveled past a disruption in her lines of influence.

Travel is dangerous, and tonight it darkens the highway of blood vessels coursing through her extremities. She wants to be luminous and under the skin.

While Dorothy dreams of tornadoes in Kansas, she dreams of remote climbs in lesser Glasgow, of party drugs in Tokyo. How many lights does she see?

In her hair are sixty circuits. But she waits, religiously inclined on the hotel bed. She drove through ghosts to get here wearing nothing but Las Vegas.

So strange at this hour, in a city full of sleepwalkers for the taking, she now dreams she's a bulldozer, she now dreams she's alone in an empty field.

~
Seems like the closest
that I'll ever get to Manila
is licking an envelope.

Reason being,
the flight is so long and my time may be short
and I wouldn't want to be caught dead anywhere
other than in familiar surroundings.
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