17.1.09

KGB

KGB
















As far as I'm concerned, the KBG was on the
sax in a dog fight. And the trinity was sweeting
me up for the lick: one speechless, the other
Eygptian, one clumsy: Questions in no order
About the taxi://Or famous://never smiling.

The drummer is 12:60 like yeah and.
The room is my bus home://

Making sure I apologise to the death threat
and my parking choice. Swollen voices I dial three
times and the memory picks up. The night has escaped
out empty choices. Three months and I'm reminding
Canada. Thinking. Twice. They never touch the frequency.
I'm looking at one woman, all the time.

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