DOLORES DREAM


The white, electric skillet of a day
threatened to sear us all away -
fat frying, spluttering - rank Chicago smeltering along,
smothered in heavy, wooly sweat,
the city knew a sad regret
for staying long in summer's heavy

No escape Delirious
So I went subterraneous
Maybe I'd dream about Dolores'
kinda' auburn hair







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