Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Garage

by Gary Cummiskey

Knock back on the counter
Your superstitious coins,
the couple in the car opposite's
screaming, she might
pull a gun on him. The
leaves lift gently on the breeze
WE'LL DISINFECT ETERNITY
The smiling petrol attendant's
lost in an ancestral
hallucination.

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