Poetry |
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The old Bill Burroughs con
a forties noir character from Poverty Row B-movies the guy with the raked hat covering his face chin down one foot on the sidewalk the other up flat against the wall a toothpick one side of his mouth he's got the lowdown the dope he's got what you need wising up the marks sizing up the trade all the traffic can bear watching the loser parade outside the bus station a sweet young thing or a yokel a rube doesn't matter which he swings both ways like the doors to the stalls in the station restrooms he gave me the tip over beers poets have sharks up their sleeves and the walls have ears don't show them your hand kid don't reveal the mysteries turn the trick the magic mindfuck and always leave 'em laughing it's house to house hand to hand search and destroy you got that boy? |
