In A Bed Of Baked Beans (Part Two) by R.George
a soft wind through an LA window a goddess of a promised life transparent on the other side begs me to follow her
from a back room in San Gabriel to a glamorous flat in Burlington and a frayed Red Sox banner watch your mouth, we'll censor you we're on the payroll now yesterday's guts and sweat are gone
did you bring plastic cups? life is short, we're a bit slower crunching numbers, looking for the profit, it doesn't include you, just some groomed mice
our specialty, blacken catfish in a bed of baked beans do they look thirsty? their eyeballs are watching you
ghost of the Massachusetts and the clank of homeless bots.
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