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Lit cigarette dangling
carelessly ashing in a pile
smoky tendrils dancing
in stagnant air
Yellowed fingers
loosely grasping at reason
and finding habit alone
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Stale fissure
exhaling failure in rasps
pulling hope and hype
back in in equal measures
only to be bathed in contagion
and spent in throaty excoriations
Brandish
Broken ruts of consuetude
worn deep by madness and indifference
defiantly self-fulfilling
as the embers of life's fire
gutter and spit
Copyright: Brian Pellerino 2007
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Reviewed by Jennifer Butler (Reader)
Reviewed on April 2, 2007
I never read the fine print
because I don't love lawyers.
They say too much and then declare
it all can change with saw yer's.
And so I sew a good address
that ever law yer's see
that I am not the stupidest
of what a girl might be.
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because I don't love lawyers.
They say too much and then declare
it all can change with saw yer's.
And so I sew a good address
that ever law yer's see
that I am not the stupidest
of what a girl might be.
Smoke.