Monday, April 29


moon: you’re brilliant
between the teeth of skyline
Florida hotels


the sunbathing girl
has small breezing hairs poking
out her small white crotch


this bar has come to
believe that life is loners
fighting against death


there is nothing left—
the drinks locked up; barmen gone
; last drink; stubs & ash

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