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[rooster05]

rusty drainpipes breathe our smoke
as we gab on about our own past cleopatras.
i break the conversation
to stare at the city
which has become a charbroiled photograph
as nothing stays on my mind
save flashes back to a more stable time.
car by car they race on,
passing on the freeway without
a single wave
or hello,
without a second glance.
again i brake.
"care for another?"
"yes sir."
the drainpipes breathe again, anew.