People who
die alone
on the
street trigger
queer thoughts
that ripple thru
foot traffic.
They bring
down pigeons
from their
ledges.
They short-change
embalmers.
They leave
nothing to
identify them
except shoes
with holes
in them &
dirty underwear.
They are
champions
in a
discredited world.
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Don’t trust
anyone who
tells you
you need
to become
a productive
member of
society.
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Not giving
a rat’s
ass is
the same
thing as
Nirvana.
Ask
Kurt Cobain.
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The
mind wounds
I received
as a
child
never healed.I’ve just
learned
how to
function while
bleeding
like a
stuck pig.
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That day
many years
ago just
after sunrise
I was
driving north
on Water
Street &
Bobby S
was driving
south &
when we
were no
more than
twenty yards
apart, without
so much
as making
eye contact,
we swerved,
switched lanes,
& drove
past each
other on
the wrong
side of
the road.
Surefooted days.
Playing with
magic.
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A blacksmith
who floats
amongst whales
will eventually
try to
shoe one.
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