Cigar Aficionado

Rookie (1 Jan 2229 / San Francisco)

Lookn Over - Poem by Cigar Aficionado

Chewing on this stogie
eighty floors up
nothing is blank I see three accidents
a two eleven is progress-less with hostages
don't they know every one uses plastic now
a humored purse satire throwing his body
in the dumpster
with the pall of a smock chasing fantasies shanty town.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 26, 2009

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 26, 2009


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