
Friday, February 19, 2010
three in a bed.

The floor of American Apparel is really shiny. Glossy enough to reflect whatever stands on it. I'm standing at the entry to the change rooms and a strung-out dude in a wide neck grey shirt says just this one mate. I tell him aggressively I don't work here. I don't know why i was aggressive. His girl laughs at me. In my head i think she has an ugly forehead. I watch under the change room door, through the reflection of the floor, and see a skinny-leggedvixen. Long legs, I can see her pussy. I think i can see her pussy. It's very blurry and just shadows but i can make it out with imagination. It moves along like the shadows of trees as you drive past in cars. Thin long legs that -
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"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.




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