Sunday, October 7

No Quarter

the girl I dored
(or in a past life loved)
a quarter gave me

little silver pip of american tender

an I took it
off a fountain wall
down st bart’s

I’s so into her
carried it I around
tear’n holes in pockets
with this quarter

one day – madness eye &
lukewarm with life
– popped the quarter
as if’s a painkiller

so sick was I march to july
coughing phlegm yellow
coughing yellow phlegm

changed from regulars
to lights, (camels), but a toffee
smoke an still
coughing phlegm yellow

(five months as the year warmed up)

well, anyway,
she’s getting married tomorrow

‘congratulations; good luck’

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