Wednesday, September 2, 2015

SNAKE OIL

Nobody—ever told me 
it'd

be easy;
though I think—if I remember 

correctly—he did somehow manage
to slur

a few words—fairly quickly
as he

shuffled past
the automatic doors—out from underneath neon

sunglasses, baggy beige 
trench, and 

huge fedora—about its all happening
remarkably fast.