2002-02-18
1:10 a.m.
I've been standing outside this sports bar for what seems like two years and a nice young man says he has a new god $50 even to meet him but I know if his god were to help me he'd first rob me blind, to teach humility. Neon lights flash on my face changing skintone like a chameleon and I'm not allowed in 'cause I can't allow myself to sink into that false happiness. A nice young man says he knows the town but his car is too nice to be peddling tours then he tells me he'll sell me slices of heaven a lock of hair and a favor is the low going price. The street is dirty and I'm wishing for a quick fix someplace but the nice young men and their heavens and gods are all death in disguise, and I know him well; the most handsome of all until you realize you're tied up in his trunk and you're never going to leave.
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