I live down-wind from the fog
although it is more of a breeze
and I don't know who to believe
all the stories I hear
from up there with no connection
–that's what the fog does–
only memories and guesswork
Under the bridge
with pigeons and seepage
waiting for rain to pass
thinking about alien
or some such
tubes locked in
to night
so unglamorous
–that's what fog does–
The wind irritates
although it is more of a breeze
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Nights in Red Satin
In this casino
they give you a card for free
You keep it
or lay it on any table