collin county suite

you,
with the southern fix gestalt
ends up on broken
concrete corners selling
hip flexes and gasps
(and emptying of fluids): sighs.
and you think
maybe sometime that
just the right smile will fade
into the picture
and sweep you off your tired legs
with a fixture face
and bringing thresholds
to carry you across, and now
(in the meantime)
one more armspan holds your
tiny victories over vast
asphalt streets
while you watch the building lights
turn out for the night.

2004-05-15 | 1:24 p.m.
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