Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Once Again Walking through
Penn station -Penn with sour soak
smell- daily smell- like ol' vinegar  an'
salad- Ssshh , quiet ! can't you see I'm
writing !?  Writing for whom, for what!?
Writing for the pish for the posh  faupan-
I can no longer stand in one spot -doze
Doze a daze with flowery haze-check
pockets twice then three, just to make sure I've
everything -Fruitful belongs - Now begone!-

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