5.03.2009

It didn't stay in Vegas.

The sky pissed down as two cops smoked in their squad car.
A Hispanic man pushed a perambulator down the wet sidewalk.

I'm left to wonder which was the greater crime.

Perhaps it was the rain soaking the living room furniture
that someone had left by the side of the road
for the next day-sleeper to sequester.

But we've all done worse for a Klondike Bar
between overhead lights and landing strips
so let's play by the house rules
and fetch our seconds for the duel.

Here I am, laughing at you
not with you
denying the fact that Sin's always ugly.
Satan slept on my sofa once, followed me ever since.

Now, for the love of God
will you all stop calling me Michael?

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