View single post by timmy
 Posted: Sat Dec 1st, 2018 03:00 am
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Joined: Fri Jun 9th, 2006
Location: Oz, Minnesota USA
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I can see Frank
stepping through swinging
doors onto an empty platform,
turning smartly and striding through
a gauntlet of tiled columns
and mirrored gum machines flashing
bits of his image to each other,
a row of red lacquered chairs
burning before him until he reaches
the day’s stale sweetness.

He will climb into the passenger side
of a rusted-out Chevy, turn to God
and say,

"I’m getting it tonight, baby. Drive away,
man—just drive"

And off they would go,
racing away from Small-town
in a cloud of his fuck you dust.
Everyone else would wave good-bye,
turn and shake their heads.