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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