like an old woman
with
a thick mask of make-up
the
indian summer smelt rotten
and
turned overnight
into garish reds
and
damp decay
the night rain blows sideways
under street light halos
like
a cigar butt thrown
from
a
wound down car window
something is over
like a movie is over
a dull disposable imprint
that
never
tries
to
say goodbye
ever
i turn up my trench coat collar
and
step out of the shelter of the cafe awning
as slow as tho i'm leading
a
funeral procession
of
shiny slick
black cars
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