Tuesday, October 13, 2020

Adapted From Instagram
I am that left hook. I am that Bukowski number--maybe number three. I am Chandler in a fedora as black as a midnight alley. I am the last cry between a murdered soul and the morning dove's first cry. I am the singer of sorrow who plays to the cloudy smoke from a never rising. I am the slow credits of a film noir. I am the end. I am the alley.
 
 

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