Arrivederci e Grazie (edit 1: Rowens, tomoffing)

[clemonz]

All the things I can't say I drink
Golden Monkeys in plastic silence, I
miss those I never knew--
and just like you I find
debilitation more warming than
parents decorating trees for their son who
stalks longboards on Broadway and
Fifth.

i find the bit in bold appealing, but don't really understand why you wrote it like that - assuming they are three distinct clauses.

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the second stanza makes me think they're having sex on your desk, which is confusing, but i'll take your word for it.