endless rows
the joys of walmart
would love to find
a man...$9.99
ring him up!
you, with that
far-away look; have become
closed captioning to the
world around us
my translator.
in morning I will
pry loose floorboards of
your soul, smear
myself with your dirt
hum your primal tune.
©Studio1013/2011
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