SIX MONTHS


My sun is semi-gloss paint
on reinforced brick

TV blaring out news from Oz

The white noise
of useless conversation
never fades

While the dummies play
another and
another game of spades

Lawyer to see you
rumpled brown suit

Have another cigarette and
have another cigarette

While the paint is chipping
on the concrete floor

 

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