the red smoking sky

overhangs the sleeping city

while every experience I lived

parades under it

as if Richard Brautigan

had lifted a spirit pen in the aether

and wrote a short story called

"The Red Smoking Sky

Overhangs the Sleeping City"

about some guy sitting in his window

thinking about his life

while watching the night happen

and having no particular feeling about it

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