53 degreesA Poem by stimey
just a hitch up from texas,
south-central kansas routine is slipping one day from the edges of the next, from the bottom of the deck.. idle hands tin-manned by no one in particular; guy by the stop sign standing in a weed patch, staring at the 4th floor, imagining it higher, 'cause he has to.
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