Buzzing daydream

A lady on my knee, 1899.
Begging for fifteens of dollars.
No, it is 1980 and I don’t swim
in a river by the Sound, I sink.
Bohemia, before narcotics swept it
clean of brains. I forget the year.
A plain and my people look like me.
We don’t count the days, for one day
suffices and is brother to all days,
or impostor. White men make curious prey.

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~ by Jeremy on June 6, 2012.

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