The Gentlemyn (mobledqueen) wrote in purple_specs,
The Gentlemyn

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and I'm one of the lousey little poets tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson....

Chelsey Clinton Hotel # 37289947
(poem for Kate)

it's 2:18 in the morning, the middle of february.
I'm Writing you here just 'cause I don't have anything better to do.
It's cold but not snowy
I hate where I'm living
there's silence on Macabi Street all through the evening.
I hear that you taking a shower, somewhere in Framingham.
You're living for Percival,
I hope you're documenting your wild monkey-sex.

And AIM came and showed me your name
It had you in grey on the night you planned to go offline
did you ever come online?

sincerely L. Fishtouch.
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