As a stranger you slipped into my back pocket.
Filling the inset with tokens of good-byes.
Twenty-four hour chips turned over to years of near misses and heavy sighs!
The gravity to our kinship would never correlate on paper.
Before, the gathering, a rainbow’s pride had been just another friendship…
I had learned to hide.
An elk’s ashtray weighed down by Marlboro Reds and Camels.
A one person parade…
Playing out drunken disorderly in a public display of charades.
That is when this belligerent bond had been made.
Babies having babies for greed and doping needs.
The rebel in you, as soiled as, the dirt beneath my feet.
And, every time, I picked myself up off the ground…
Your town line is where my grime could be found.
As a strange friend you are the…Acme Staple Factory on a road that dead ends.
My best guess?
No one ever chooses…
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Momentary Lapse Of Sanity 