my hunger is lost in between my teeth and the sky
in search of a city i used to remember somewhere
from my college graduation to
an awkward dance in a wedding
what i found was
cities of death, and sad autumns,
and cheap street food, and clever puns
and drunken calamities, and tripe soup
yet
in their well rehearsed stupor
on the minds of the streets of these cities
stale cliches are repeated until
they are stretched wafer thin and
worn like cheap suits, cheap perfumes,
cheap lives and cheap dreams
but laced with smoke laden and lust ridden
distasteful songs of once respectable
old world aristocracy
only suggesting a shallow ignorant political drama
thrown in between two continents
oh how i wanted to sing
the streets of sparring punches
with a nice bottle of chardonnay!
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