
Shallow Graves
There were
many more
like him.
They lie in
shallow graves
in the
thin broth
of your
history.

There were
many more
like him.
They lie in
shallow graves
in the
thin broth
of your
history.
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Celine said he
pissed on
it all
from a
considerable height.
Until his
prostate went
out &
then he
just dribbled
on it.
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You can
spot them
by the
way they
walk around
with their
Big Books
bound in
leather &
a few
hundred passages
highlighted
in pink.
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The recess
bell rang
twenty minutes
ago but
he still
sits rocking
on the
playground swing.
No one
acknowledges
his rebellion
except a
young girl
in the
first grade
at the
pencil sharpener,
staring at
him thru
the
classroom window.
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I keep
pulling rabbits
out of
the fire.
Pulling them
out of
hats
is for
lightweights.
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To the
victor the
illicit goods.
To the
loser brass
knuckles &
pepper spray.
We’ll get it
out of
you yet,
the outlandish
confession &
your improbable
whereabouts.
We don’t
want you
hanging around
the campfire
while we
sing songs &
drink whiskey.
Go shoot
a bear.
That’s right,
get on
out of here.
Love’s not
on your
agenda,
tall dark
stranger.
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