Monday, April 27, 2009

strangers under different names










I met you
on an imaginary train
you were playing
hobo games
in your brown coat
white hat
and tails,
you said things
never worked out
for people like you;
the diamonds
in your coat
said otherwise.

I’d never met a man before
and I thought kid
you were it;
you wore your eyes
wrinkled and your feet
crowed, you smoked
Marlboros
you filled your head
with some ridi-cuh-lus shit
about poor men
and world riddles
you could never finish
a crossword puzzle
you played the guitar
with two strings
and drank gin,
I was in love with you,
then.

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