Poem: Impinging Future
pains and banesand baleful wickets
campaign buttons and yellow tickets
the old man's flannel trousers bulge at the wallet
neck folds gathering in cotton twill collet
snap pocket full of cigars rank as tar pits
breath so vulgar roses die
I've known of this inside person
taking long baths
the steam blurs the lens
but he is there
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