Friday, June 21, 2013

Now Playing.


New ink.Old book.
Summer rain. Coffee shop.
Winding walks. Piling work.
Library. Yeats book.
Crap food. Cheap beer.
Late days. Long nights.
Aimless thoughts. Cold showers.
Rushdie. Angelou.
Fight club's second half.
A guy who runs,
to Beethoven's Ninth.

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