downtown <br />in a street of tired neon <br />between a yawning whorehouse <br />and a bar whose regulars <br />can no longer remember its name <br />there's a small door with the sign <br />Bukoholics Anonymous <br />it's worth going in <br />to read the sgrafiti <br />in the restrooms<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0031-a-realist-film-set/
