I wanted to get these down somewhere permanent so I wouldn't lose them. Just a few isolated ideas...
Light behind me
Silhouette on the concrete
My smoke's shadow
Graffiti galleries murmuring
in the distance
Ames, Iowa
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The language of disappointment.
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Thirsty enough to chug that Tijuana sludge
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Reeking of bacon, baby powder, and Barbasol, but never more a man
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-R.K.M.
Poetic indeed. Keep writing! I look forward to reading your writing.
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