Monday, February 16, 2009


Nice Night
Frisbee hums, hovers
Near wobbly Nam-vet jogger
Leap! Snatch buzzing disc!

A dead tree sheds crows
Glass eyes pricked by Rolex wrapped
Around a wrist bone.

I’m Scared
Sob! Snot-soaked bathrobe
Until you said it was fake
Blood: Ketchup, water.

Drawing tears from your
Eyes with some twine attached to
My toes while I dance.

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