smokeA Poem by Dean J Milleron the eastern seaboard
hey she's got that filene's basement smile
yes she's motoring past you in penn station cut you off christ she's on point on the bloomberg on location on the clocker floating along talk her up connect the dots via late night shots crack open that head with the tiffany hinges and three-hundred thread count hair and do see for yourself the metromap to the left-hand path © 2012 Dean J Miller |
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Added on August 6, 2012 Last Updated on August 6, 2012 AuthorDean J MillerNucla, COAboutStay-at-home dad, husband, writer, graphic designer, erstwhile chef, traveler to all places whenever possible, high desert dweller, child of the creator. more..Writing
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