I light this morning's cigarette
break in my palms gonna
one day kick this lip-bitten
memory of home and fast
food junkie hipster pop-
cultivated mainstreamofconciousness
feeling I get when I see
her teeth glint through a
frown her gown reminds me
of the town I used to live
in full of ants and faceless
lies to my ignorant eyes of
how a culture swabs its
filthy four-dollar shot glass
panic attacks on the war on
crime being a state of
mind-numbing back-pat patrolmen
looking to cash-in their druggie
friend next-door to the
cave of misbehavior swamped
with interior desolation and
misappropriated smiles that string
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