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[chef_brockett]

some eyes

it was like, so, eeyoreic

how she sat, on the cementbench

slunched and smoking

when my headlights panned her face

and all i did was say, you know, goodbye

and there was something of a frown cast

in those headlights

with a blur to the black

as i whirred the culdesac

with her smoking outfront

palled like never to be seen again.

Billy Comparetto

© 2009