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TodayI walkedthroughLondonwearingearplugs the smellof wetdogin my nose heraldedby the cooing of pigeonsmistakenfor whippoorwills.

WhenI wear my fathe/s too largecoatI lookat my hands peepingout of the sleeveand seethat I am a smallchild kickingeachpileof leaves I realizeI havethe driesthands: l'm watchingthem graspin on themselves

in a darkcornerof a multilevelparkinggaragewhere there is a groupof chasidic jews crouchingovera gameof dice I flickeda cigarettebutt up orbitingoverbranches of trees to comefallingdown landingwith a click andthoughtbackto the arizonasuncorridor.

I returnhomein the heigthof londonwinter to turn the cornerof Fourthand University whereI cansee my hungryfingersstainedgreyfrom looting not crematoriumsbut ashtrays you pointingat your mussy ,,this hairannouncing istuesday,, tellingme that the eiffeltower is the loneli;stbitch, (the parisair is coldup there)

cansee u s f i r i n gt o y g u n sw h i l e d r i v i n gc r o s st h e s o u t h s i d e b e a t i n gt h r o u g h f u l l m o o nd e s e r t s cansee w h e r e I w o u l d n ' t k i s sy o u a f t e r s p e e d i n gf o r t y m i n u t e so n t h e h i g h w a y , b l e e d i n gi n t o m y m o u t h d e m a n d i n gs e c r e t sf r o m o n e a n o t h e r h o l d i n go u r b r e a t h sw h i l e d r i v i n gp a s tg r a v e y a r d s cansee m y e y e sb u r n i n gf r o m s t a r i n gj u s t s t a r i n go n l y s t a r i n ga t t h e b l a c kv a n i s h i n gp o i n t so f i n i e r s t a t eL 0 w h e r e i s a w a b l o w n o u t t i r e o n t h e s i d eo f t h e h i g h w a y turneci off the aircon b e c a u s ei t w a s t o o d a r n nc o l d o u r b r o k e nw i p e r sw a i i e Ca g a i n s t h e s t o i n l

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