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