Four days ago, on a smoggy street corner,
I matched a cigarette and stood as cars with
lawn mower engines swept past me, my cigarette,
and a small group of children with encouraging
advertisements emblazened on their
tee-shirts.
This is what I heard:
"There's a place in
France
Where the
naked ladies dance
There's a hole in the wall..."
Before I could hear the rest of their conversation,
a
mayonaise truck was
rear ended by a
rolls-royce.
There was mayonaise everywhere. The children ran
into the street. I think that's when I
caught this
cold I got.