he sits inside the ghost
of a cowboy marlboro
and half a stale croissant
and half a stale croissant
atop a stack of
hustlers.
his cold coffee collects smoke and ashes
which float like snow at midnight
his cold coffee collects smoke and ashes
which float like snow at midnight
and he sips at it
anyway.
the chick he caked last night
has a perfect circle birthmark
that dots her spine in the center
the chick he caked last night
has a perfect circle birthmark
that dots her spine in the center
the shitshack
rorschach stares
and he snakes the
last
of his smoke towards the yellowed
stucco ceiling and
thinks about
of his smoke towards the yellowed
stucco ceiling and
thinks about
