Underpass, Auburn Avenue

November 5, 2011      James Hayes Nichols
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  they floated as wraiths

and itched like saints

 

they scanned for tourists

and horked cheap smokes

 

they hacked at honor

and licked old bones

 

they puked the pavement

and smiled at stairs

 

they wanted money

and all I had

were words

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