Thursday, August 12, 2004

i am searching for Rimbaud
stomach is turning
damn summertime blues

i am counting the clouds
feet are swollen
the wind is laughing

there's crackheads on my block
and my boys look like them
i don't know their name

it's too hot to think
to humid to breathe
where is the fall?


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