Squinted concentration in rented wrecks,
sweetheart catching traces of a dying genre
through the new age tunes, I nodded
”Not bad”
deluded by the numbness
from a pungent inhaled substance
Lincoln Memorial expanding to the cosmos
with every blessed boom bap,
fleshtoned Monument curled…

If I had the power to tag this as an editor I would…

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