Influx-Outflux
my prosthesis
Sunday, January 24, 2010
green olives
The sun sits down
on Broadway;
letting all the day's
dust
Linger with homeless
and newspaper flyers.
Sun's sighs echo down
alley ways and
slip under back doors
of empty italian restauants
-shunned-
belly up to the bar
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