![]() Steubenville, OHA Poem by The Twin Arenas![]() I smoked so many cigarettes the other night that my neck killed.![]()
So much cigarette smoke
in a skull that's there's no room left for it to drift and all the s**t turns to rock and sits like a judge atop a neck bone. He'd dream, but to do that he'd need to dream. All day a man waits like that. A man waits like that all day. He'd seen the headlights the syrupy scent of an ill transmission and then he'd seen the taillights. Nothing. nothing Crime pays $8.53 a night for a room in Steubenville.
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