Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

good fences

my neighbor
lumbered over

looking like the turtle you draw
to get into fake art school

an invitation tucked under his arm

but before he uttered the first word
of his impending question

my mind was silently answering
his greasy gold chain
and blue terry cloth robe

no friend

i have no interest

in a wrinkly hot tub orgy

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