Getting what I want and all alone
Assessing the squalor of my soul
With the click of ice cubes
and the clack of keys,
discovered Havana bananas
and Hubig* pies fill my dreams.
Time stretched loose like a spent girdle
Spilling voices warped and curdled
60 watt thoughts pop in the night;
the scenes never stop, but blend
a fury of faces from the past
each cut, pasted, and typecast.
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