back anew from polluted suburban hell

poetry

where we soaked in pools of poo
for lack anything else to do
and you told of how your wife said
“i love you”
much too soon.

there was a mcdonalds there
and a grocery store too.
where we so soaked in pools of poo
for lack of much else to do.

but beer on tap can be be redemptive too.

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