Tuesday, December 26, 2006

so far
from four naked feet
and that sea
of cool marble

and so many lines
behind
these fingers
starved and broken
miles and miles
women and bottles
storms and stories

and
somewhere in someone elses
memory
of a new year's miami
a man i don't like
so much
yelled
"there's no book deal"
down an alley littered
with homeless

so far
from four naked feet
and that sea
of cool marble
i think i feel him yelling it,
at me

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