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"No Way Out"

There was a book
at the coffeeshop
page open.
PPL of NYC.
Waiting
for us to see,
“I'd rather be
addicted
and with him
than sober and
alone.”
Tears began to
flow but social
anxiety public spectacle
put a stop
to it
(on the surface
all was calm
again).
They want a boat.
We want a farm.
Very little difference much
improbability
when you are
all
sitting in the gutter waiting
for your mocha
or your
next fucking
fix
none of it
seems to matter
none of it
seems any different
at all.

(C)LBD 2018

10:04 AM - Friday, Sept. 07, 2018

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