Sunday, November 26, 2017

My peeps are temporary peeps


Footfaults and alleyways
‎that run from what communes
Exiles with pleats

The jokes they must be telling
Whatever you do
don't say no at the meeting

I am working now for the inner agency 
My life in X
It's why eagles have an entourage

Seagulls with the marginal swagger
they buried him in his Adidas‎
Rabble with the greatest hit

Died of poptimism 
Planked in 20 minutes
I will have to get back to you

Meet me on the pier
‎years later 
to touch the wound


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