traipsing streets in the sunshine, toasted by the hot high ball, the shop trolleys
squeak-screech pleasantly, familiarly, to bring cents to their pushers peddling paper
those glue-sniffed boys that smile through thick sad eyes, they hand me free for-gossip
pages and i buy. we buy. for more cents. cents and cents make for happy eyes -
my little town so cosmopolitan, so grownup, so home to sweet mongrels
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parallaxis
Poetryparallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an appar...
