breaking the swarm
sitting at the bar, facing the labels
eating warm greasy chips
I could fingerprint the page
there is a game on
i doan care much about it
but I am watching it
splitting my attention with glances at the backs of the bottles in the mirror
keeping an eye out
for anything deadly going on behind me
there has been nothing of the such
everyone is breathing
I can tell by the broiling spittle on their upper lip
most of us have been staring down the buffoons all week
nose to the grind of the 21st century
but today I can barely feel its slippery fingertips at my neck-
Mat Gould
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