Monday, June 19, 2006

the mirror of
100 proof shimmer,
dangling without any ropes, with
the sound of push button velvet snap and
spare change rolling through my fingers

nights like these, crumbling concrete
and dollar bills lost on the rail road tracks,
I can see how you sketched still life motion,
the lust in every song and notion,
when you thought romance had to be stolen,
washed down with pills and winter rain

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