at glaser's drugs, st. louis
I'm still waiting
for my life
to resemble
the cover of
a thirty-five
cent thriller
hot-headed killer
cold-hearted lover
silhouettes with
nothing going on
or taking off
the rack spins
with lurid colors
gold key comics
& uncle scrooge
cussing at money
& the bad girls
lean a certain
way & the bad
boys lean a
certain way &
you too lean
a certain way
which is to say
toward whatever it
is they're selling