In every midnight overpass their kisses litter the sky
faces presed to chainlink fence wet with warmth from
knit scarves
a drip of salt parts the snow
dotting the scape for others to follow
seven standing straight and tall
stonehenge in the winter
snow impressed by footed feet
and sky alight with glowing ends
of cigarettes
they kiss the ends
again
again
suck sweetly angel soft
blowing out the bitter smell
of old times gone,
old times still remembered
old times frowned upon
they kiss the ends
again
again
and when they've let go
their kisses hit
the impressed snow
or fly through links
and litter the darkened sky.
In every midnight overpass their filters kiss the sky.
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