Just Another Tuesday
Like the raven said “I want some more”
so I walked down 7th street
to the 8-liner lounge,
where purple greed flashed
off our wet eyes as a Puerto Rican
lesbian named Fish and I
fed our rent money into the machines.
The purple neon lights told me
that cacophonous happiness
was just a few pulls away, and
Fish said her cousin once won
twelve thousand dollars, but
now he’s back to selling speed.
Pockets empty, I kicked rocks
on the walk back home. The grackles
with their throats full of stones
hacked out their laughter, saying
“he’ll be back some more.”
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Edgar Allan Poor
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