The Place I Used to Live Forever
I used to find it funny, Chelsea boots,
crushed velvet, leather pants,
and one more payment always due—
the false extravagance
of day-job bohemia. I wore it well;
I wore it with panache.
I hoarded it like old LPs
or a stoner’s secret stash.
As tactics went, it wasn’t quite Sun Tzu—
the archers faced the sun
in a . . .
. . . . . . .
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