forced inspiration
half-lit cigarette butt
traveling across the street
pushed by the morning air
high eyes
a song with a beat
bus stop
where perverts
drive by
periodically
six in the morning
tired faces
nicotine rush
lightheaded addiction
some sort of sensation
some sort of wet dream
some soft voice
some secret fantasy
six lights from six boats
fulfillment at its best
all I need
is my fix
and I can get by
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