the world flies
by me faster &
faster
i feel like Tati's M. Hulot
more & more every day
i am the very embodiement
of the wrinkled trenchcoat
the crushed hat
& the too short highwater pants
but it is the pipe
that jutting pipe
jaunty, almost,
that i strive for
there must be some light
in the befuddlement i feel
& that pipe is the
the key
1 comment:
This one brings me back to those days when people could still smoke in-stores.
It was then that I became obsessed with the smell of pipes.
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