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Tantalizing trip through the turn stall: a day dragging to the East of the county

The devils trill sonata in G minor played into the morning light.
i saw murder and compassion in your eyes.
a lover at a 9 AM window sill daydream,
a bird in flight standing still.
 
three days off from work could kill a man.
day one i'd wish i had slept more,
though the pillow calls  
i'm still numb from the naming of medications on repeat.
 
i don't recall the timeline,
chores,
stores,
books!
 
yes i remember now,
we drove down Magnolia Ave,
past the beggars with a limp,
past the malt liquor bottles broken on the sidewalk.
 
once lovely houses now boarded up,
bootleg DVD stands,
run down B-B-Q joints,
cheap brown ugly hooker motels,
 
ran by families who charge $8.00 for parking when the carnival's in town.
this time it was the book fair  
with rows and scores of tables,
bustling with parchment,  
picked ripe for the taking.
 
the poetry table picked me apart,
maggots to the rotting dishes in the sink.
 
 
Written by samael (Zaroff poetry)
Published
Author's Note
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z7rxl5KsPjs

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