lighters changed hands
with the theft as a game
kebab dregs spilled
on the taxi rank concrete
cigarette smoke hung
in the bus stop rain
king skins folded
into a marlboro soft pack
flat bottle nectar
helped bogart the pain
& delirium shone
on us / in jeans / back then
on us / in jeans / back then
a sticky eighth tucked
in a rothschild pocket
electric moons lighting
our midnight lanes
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