Hey Sharon
-Here are warmest wishes-
Boo you
live in 'Frisco'
infect me with your love
my friend fears the
dirty word
I fear the dirty water
flowing from the Nile
to Lake Charles
a shallow lake no doubt
living with his mother
shaded, drawn against
the light, cats roaming
about the smell of piss
in the air, and your small
library of books, paperbound
up in drugs prescribed by
lazy doctors washing their
hands like Pilate
Sweat stinking
killed by medication
St. Charles
in my book-what a
hell! Even your
brother cannot save you with his camera
following behind
recorders of a
train wreck in slow
motion a post
script
gone to France
but there is no escape
"I'll have a royalle with cheese"
with that.
-pomme de terre-
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