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babycanyou…
babycanyou… brew me some tea? babycanyou… massage my feet? babycanyou… make me some toast? pleeeeeeease, baby-baby… I love you the most babycanyou… make me a decaf? babycanyou… oh baby, don’t laugh babycanyou… look what you’ll get pleeeeeeease, baby-baby… I love you, my … Continue reading
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gameBoy wrap
Halo 4 on xbox 360 PlayStation 3 Nintendo to Wii really don’t mean jack-50 to the inner child in me this gameBoy’s not dead my console’s hardwired in my head I see them clear as an X-mas day Rock ’em Sock … Continue reading
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Tuco takes a bath
waa-aa waa-aa waa! waa waa waa civil war cannons this town is just abandoned Tuco Ramirez grunts and huh’s? his eyes dart and he warily whuh’s? creeping in through bombed out walls this hotel has rubble in the halls … Continue reading
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Herbert’s homicide, or Margaret’s painting
I died playing a game didn’t I, Margaret? gameboards without borders Margaret’s clues collide dirty nights and party slights is Herbert’s homicide my wounds float on fire bars on her windows and I’m wrapped in barbwire the warning signs were … Continue reading
Kung Fu Girl
the priest gave us a bottle shhhhh Kung Fu Girl is the name but can we thank the Germans for this secret agent dame? is this China wine from the Rhine? or a Riesling plant in Washington State? Father Norman, what’s your take? … Continue reading
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haibun for K.
These shiny cobblestones are sweating malignance. A misty fog swirls around dead trees, taunting. It’s ghost fingers beckon me. Why am I doing this now? Turns out, Prague is more interesting at night. Or so I say to comfort myself. … Continue reading
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21st century dharma bum
what does Jack know? Jack knows Jack what do I know? I don’t know Jack I’ve been on a journey or two have I been a leader? a follower mostly and where has it taken me to? I’ve done some things or … Continue reading
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you have and have not
Martinique smuggling boat toss a bottle over the side your wet lips give you away you have and have not Bogie’s wet lip is a cigarette lisp Harry’s hooded eyes are the big sleepy Bacall’s wet lip is a … Continue reading
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the white angels demoted
snow falls purely as dead virgin fairies wet-dry wings cold carcass-ings piling up on cold iron whence? accumulating evidence of elemental frozen genocides that lie clean and quiescent in iron countrysides— bent sleeping safe and translucent muffled icy, cryptic ringing this silent … Continue reading
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Dead Sure
The bottles looked almost identical, except for the labels. One read, ‘Canadian Club – Finest Rye Whiskey’. The other, ‘Dead Sure Vermin Killer’. Both had the same amount of amber liquid in them. Their plan could work. Beatrice squeaked: “Quick, chew the labels off!” … Continue reading
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