I walked through flowers-
past Calvin Klein
reclining nudes
and airport eyes.
A monolith of inked up
pages.
A girl with doctored sleeves.
A boy swah swimming.
100 plus.
Languages
and dialects.
Only 1
motor bike insight.
Grimy Red Cross diary.
Bound by a string
some writing by Shakespeare?
Security with gapped up faces
enough to get a knuckle wedged.
How a hand can carefully
block the wind
whilst spitting from a train
window what looks
like Dracula blood.
Shwe means gold.
And something else means tall.
Jessebercowetz.com
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