dry weatherA Poem by stimey
not quite a foreman
on big shiny buildings, not quite foreclosure / pizza delivery acetyl sali cylic assessment (an aspirin), dreams zapatistas, nervous policemen; gets smoking weed, rolls eyeballs, rolls zig-zag.. Saint Chuck and Saint Burroughs ride high on the dash; his brains and bad days blown once and blown fast on the piles they left him for granted.
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Added on October 27, 2012 Last Updated on October 28, 2012 Author
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