iamhomeless:
A mad hatter tuning
a transistor radio -
Big,...
A mad hatter tuning
a transistor radio -
Big, reeking, beautiful mountains
the color of retired lightning
piled on the sidewalk -
Lonely, melting ice cube eyes
crying across Fifth Avenue,
mourning the loss of,
“Who cares the fuck what?” -
Thai food lingering in the air
& sniffing its arm pit to see
if it reeks of B.O. & immediately
coming to the realization that, yes,
it does -
This city is the fugly stripper
you accidentally but madly
fall in love with after watching her
shoot a ping pong ball out of her cooch
& into a half empty beer glass
ten feet away.
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