entering,
the two men stare viciously in my eyes
as though a bag and a pocket full of hearts
was something never seen
before--
a creature with a soul.
i've got an ipod
in my ear canal, and fingers in my khakki's warmth.
lend me a dollar so i may live the night
in peace,
and i'll leave you alone.
i'm in the lobby of a grand hotel,
watching choir girls
rehearse, thinking to myself,
"maybe one will reach a note,
and make this life
worthwhile."
.
.
if not, i'll take the elevator,
and drown myself in
monotone.













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