Saturday, November 22, 2014

poeM oF thE daY

Even in this 21st century
It's mostly shitty movies for insomniacs
Too lazy to dvr
Which is how I end up watching
Ed McBain' s 87th Precinct: Lightning
Watching Cutter brother  Randy Quaid
Pretend to be a grown up New York City cop
In monotone
While people with for-no-discernible-reason surly attitudes
Swirl around him like mud puffing up around feet
That walk the river bottom
And I'm pretty sure if I'd been the cop in that scenario
I'd have left some fat lips in my wake.
43 minutes to go.
Good money after bad.


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