Oblique
A golden fortune
lingers along the patterns
of my palm; a opiate suave
the mere touch; a picturesque
symbolic of greed and dishonor
thousands of lips taste
swiped corporate rhinestones
By Glenn McCrary
© 2012 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)
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