Vodka And Urinary Tract Infection

to traverse the tunnels



Attached to the underground life
involuntarily
drive with one hand the wheel, eyes
in mirrors,
paced procession, for the guts of
heart of these old cities.

let us dazzled by
music, which is acute and amber
as ambulance lights,
and although we are landowners of silence, the song
engine requires us to
also betray these principles.

We are not in, I said to Esther, but
below. And she laughs and shakes his head. Look
faces Satisfaction:
are believed important to have an expensive car,
but here we all live under
by the boundary marking the radar.

fleeing entered the night and rain
in this digest two miles sad
long as the life of the dictators.
pipes Walk the world looking for that piece
promising light signals, ignoring
, naive, prophecies and diatribes.

On the street, the earth is piled up on sidewalks
the edge of the trenches, and mountains of sugar.
Whores out, shake your thighs to the cafile,
as always, when the sun abandons us.
We have our reservations and the only answer
offered the man the oracle of the gut:

out there waiting for each death.




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