by turning a key in the trunk.
Rocco my favorite actor
takes the wheel to get it going.
Straight out, the guy’s a respectable mess.
It’s like he lives in the trees.
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I listen to your old songs
and for the first time
your words strike a chord
and touch me deep
never realized before
just ... entire poem
I have a cigarette on the fire escape
while I wait for you to stop by
Jimmy’s ‘Castles made of sand’
coming down from the roof
takes me back to better days
like summers in Grand Isle
Hasty cars rush by on the avenue below
while their fumes climb up the stairs
The sun slowly sinking
behind the skylineentire poem