EMBARCADERO

shudder in a crack

woman kissed on the back

then laughing, in a foggy joint, the liquid look, well

hello, mac-saturnine sitter there: all clean, dark cloud

blue clock of your gaze atomic personage

lone nightbird winging its way up the main stem

to another hotel room to fall into fast oblivion

what who when between

morbidity on the waterfront

frivolity uptown?

-Forrest Anderson

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