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Posted by Bluesy Socrateaser on Wed Mar 11, 2009 7:16 am
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The comforter had dots
<br />so I slept on my stomach.
<br />Hotel thread counts
<br />are low in the north.
<br />A silver knob woke me
<br />at the end of a cherry sacrifice,
<br />one eye closed made it seem narrow.
<br />I've had ruder awakenings.
<br />A dog-eared Gideon once said
<br />not to bite the hand that feeds you,
<br />so I charged it on American Express
<br />and stiffed the gratuity whores.
<br />Shark-skin and cubans, greenpeace en vogue.
<br />I wasn't sure what to wear so I shot them both
<br />Isadora's cabbie ran me through a Dunkin' Donuts
<br />that had no holes, so we tapped out finger waltzes
<br />to a tune we all knew best.
<br />After the iced magnum, only the bucket was empty.
<br />The dance had ended, and we had all drank our fill.
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