A Moon Worn As A Shell
A down-on-his-luck jazz pianist wanders the dark alleyways.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
the fevered ramblings of a syphilitic brain
That red-checked jacket was a staple of my figure
for two brisk autumns and a mild winter,
now it hangs idle but for stretching at the neck
two states away
provides warmth yet.
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