Taylor Graham

GADABOUT You've been to buzz the sights and taste the smells, all the tiny lenses of your eyes and skinny legs with road-dust from a day of flight, alight and fugiting. You've sipped a baby's tears and the dead man's wine. You've been here/there/here & everywhere from excrement to sky. Slut who keeps nothing to yourself, you share a secret recipe on the sly. I'd swat you flat and call you fly. ******************************************** NEW YEARS EVE We've passed 6 billion on the globe. The cruise to Acapulco's booked, the Hiatt Regency, Sinnamon Hybiscus at The Grove -- everything's reserved while millions starve without a party. I know a hill where someone once saw stars, rumors of the planets swaying to a music off the band. We could get there in the dark and not be back by New Year in the morning.

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