limited editions
twenty-four hour browsers
pounding the streets again
like gangs of centipedes
adding to their vinyl agendas
lines wind around city blocks
storefront windows like mirrors
attracting birds & buyers
alter egos with hairbrush hands
going after a song & a dance
wrapped inside an envelope
exhaustion doesn’t exist
only sublime consumption
soothing both body & soul
speakers from the poles
reinforcing their addiction
april two thousand twenty-three
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