Monday, February 24, 2014


There's a fancy part of town
where people know all things
eventually fail and rot.
The slow mechanism of expenditures;
the parts, but never the whole tamale.
A cooking show with a complicated beverage
that requires foam with a grating
of black pepper. I can't keep
up with anything. I will never disappear.


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