Learning To Inhale
It's 4 a.m.--
A hotel
bible is spreading
the good
news to a local wino,
as dirty children
of intimate strangers
are playing X Box
with addicts.
A young girl
is learning
to inhale up
on the
gravel rooftop,
scribing poetry
on her arm
in the minute
moonlight.
Razor writing
is such
a waste of type O.
Copyright © Red Barchettadrive | Year Posted 2015
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