Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Thirty-nine
Winter 2015
 
METRO RETROFITTING
Bill Yarrow

Fax me back to the locked storeroom
where I’m kissing the itches on your back
while across the hall albino Flora sleeps in a narcotic haze

Fax me back to South Street listening to the dumpster
trumpeter, standing like licorice in the rain
as the fetid officers assemble for the raid

Fax me back to running in the florid dark
stumbling like redundancy over stumps
in a stampede of buoyancy toward The Hotel Elsinore

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