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break away jogging pants

Posted to Action Poetry

Finally get some time off, one foot on land hand reaching for a beer, finally get some time off and forget about all the phone calls I made and shitty promises and letters never sent out, never to be sent out, set my ass on the top of tables where other people eat, can smell all the mouths there, the hard dead sandwiches, the half smoked newports in gravel cups, can see all the others who’ve sat here today and wondered nothing, but a beer and then even forgot the thought just went for more, dead in the cash game, bear trap of addiction not a trap at all just shiny paper, advertising like holidays that didn’t exist fifty years ago