filLed wITh smoke.

by veepho

There was a run-over vinyl,
that su
mmed up the night,
one filled with tal
l boys,
and tall bois, and loser ones wanting to fight.

There was a paper airplane,
that carried his dream,
t 45 degrees he was at full tilt,
and full tilt, she shared, fuck issues of self- EST-team.

Good morning, good afternoon,
no goodbyes, but a d
efinite good night,
I later, was told there were fireworks,
who needs fireworks..? When you’re grasping thunder as light.
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billy joel | the stranger | nineteen seventy seven