stack by Angela Thomashe can't talk on the phone
because he's too busy getting
that money, honey. stacking
the cash and the grass and
the ass. putting it all in a cup
with chocolate sprinkles and whipped
cream on-top and convincing a bouncer
in times square that it belongs
there. filling up cups and filling
up holes where the deigned to be one
just a few short years ago. sunken
eyes and fallen chest, a beat long
forgotten in something like the rhythmic
pounding of traffic, i understand what you
mean to say. yes, hookah, yes, salbert, yes. 05/07/2009 Posted on 05/08/2009 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas
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