SFO 6:45AM in poetry
- Feb. 25, 2017, 2:47 p.m.
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- Public
mere proximity to some retro-styled bar
makes me wanna dig up Frank Sinatra’s
gin-soaked fucking corpse and
beat it into a fine marinara sauce
ain’t nothing “cool” about that scene
just sexist privilege bottled-up in tubes
romanticized for the richer of the rubes
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