commute to quarter centuries |
by Calin-Andrei Mihailescu |
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old canadian taxpaying narcissist pets self in mirror
commute to quarter centuries
leaving behind everything and nothing you went from your-village providential stench to the capital fragrance sniffer that let out: twice twice provincial you now echoing tongue of echoed babble that told of old rough times with Cold War gusto of truth amps when lost land masked lost time to fit exile's empty face
what rat race in the maze of time to run to celebrate the years, to not remember to stick vampires into th'empire of time to put on makeup thick as ice was during the ice age
how global you look this morning my love |
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