i saw him
coming out of the
yellow building
take my nearsightedness,
my lighting up a cigarette,
his sexually based grudges -
i acted otherwise
hey boy, have i hurt you somehow?
what's all this shit about?
i thought it'd been done with
what are you, some
Prince of Baghdad?
did I leave a stain on
your rug?
need. need. now.
i know. come if we have
the same. either way,
it's a regret. though
not so much
he's been all over me
so i smoke him away
half-running across the street,
he leaves the yellow building
for my eyes to lick
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