dry weather

dry weather

A 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.

© 2012 stimey


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