Wednesday, March 18, 2015

moreau

yesterday two of my best men and i sat down
for lunch and found ourselves mourning youth
like the pilot of an idling plane after landing
smoothly
as though we had just played a round
of our best golf
we are the strangers
now
protagonists only in our
own non canonical realities
we're checking to see
if cigarettes kill you in this one, too

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