dedicated to gelu diaconu, today the twenty first of december two thousand and seven.
looser, it’s not my fault you wake up at 4.45 each day
& you go to the fridge like a chow hound who thinks
yesterday i broke my piggybank,
i’ve gambled my childhood
in a casino at the russian roulette,
i danced kazacioc on the streets of moscow
and i’ve won my dream date
with the beautiful girl who
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