Salubrious salutations and pizza pies

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if it wasn’t love
it was pizza pie
Yonge Street cigarette smoke
walking by

the subway rolls through the crevices
minds on Royal Alexander
too hot inside.

ride the ttc and get away
for free
ttc was never you and me
we slipped,slid through

chrome turnstiles acid glow
stop,watch and grow.

feeders at the trough


One thought on “Salubrious salutations and pizza pies”

  1. Surrounded by my luggage on the street cigarette in hand looking wonderingly up at the high rises all around me. Ah the side effects of a relentlessly curious heart.So now I find myself chanting a chorus of street names and subway stops in my head.

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