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H2O bottles


 kind of straight forward is always crooked. 

 Empty water bottles with painted cumulus 
  fluffy clouds on the wrapper.
 
  wandering aimless and empty,
 once filled with chloride redemption.

   you know can buy them two for a dollar.

 just like the old hebrew corndogs sold
 down the street at the seven eleven.

    better get in line and throw in a six 
   pack of olympia dry. 

    just remember sometimes crooked is never straight.

    driving with one hand on the wheel the other
    searching along the floorboard.

    the clank of clutter when the bottles pile up.
    

   

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