i wake up
chloraform shakes
novicane leg
from a jasmine scented dream
and I wonder about the windowsights of
my fellow man
i wait for crackle and glow of my
cigarette to really breathe
if i had a trumpet, i'd ask
someone to play it for me
and if i had a dollar, i'd give
it to them for their trouble
now
crayon scraping sideways on the
back of a reciept, sketching the
coffee on the other side
do it again
take 2
sketching
the frame of the window
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
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