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The great magical wherever

Posted to Action Poetry

laced through your words are
smells of long lost loves (not so important), sounds,
of profane arguments with women in tight pants while,
suburban white kids learned what it is to be a man,
smells of alcoholic fury (also pain) and a kind of happiness through all the night madness,
Ahhh, the songs we used to sing.