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throw on that ragged camel hair jacket and head out

wind throwing snow in my night-face

fingers digging for spare change for the bistro

“aha!”  i feel that silken smooth luxury of money

lurid plows thunder past throwing slush like

great pawing bison

my socks are soaked but im delighted and happy

my shirt stale my pants need hemming

BUT who cares!!  I am a RICH MAN

such sweet chocolate eyes

she takes my crumpled note and drops

change like burning stones into my fingers

comb or brush my hair??  whatever reason??

those treacherous gusts

my nose ring pinchs from the frost

as i thaw my palms on the hot ceramic

mind swirls

Cizaranno Black Russians

i look into the patterns of the Formica

check the ceilings reflections in my

cup

the library will be open in an hour

FREE INTERNET

write in my diary

get lost in a book

in the end

i walk around the frozen strait of

the watertront

daring the damned wind to

freeze me

jacket undone

past the train yards of rumbling

deisels

deliriously happy

suns just a greasy thumbprint

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