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May 02, 2005
seated near the debris
up with the rabbits
down with the foxes
that’s my m.o.
if you can untangle
the urban hymn aspect of it
never to clever to forget about
leaving a trail of crumbs
for the literally challenged
I am not so gifted,
or cosmetically short changed
that I need to go around handing out bitter pills
to the day glow crowd
I just like writing manuals
in braille
I craft several ceramic charlatans
from the usual female mold
engrave the most devastating features
that I can rummage from my barstool memoirs,
from the plagiarism notebook
that we all engage when the inkpot is fuct
anything original is a myth
if we don’t consciously take
the subconscious is always on the lookout
for an easy grift
at three in the morning I’m out in the alley
waving a pistola at that evenings mistake
hurling one truism on top of another
she tries to run me down
just like a Johnny Cash song
but I toss a discarded chair through her rearview
she screeches away like a banshee
back into the jungle, from whence she came
I go back to the hole at the bottom
of the stairs
and pour a tall one
sit down at this word trap
and get down to the brass tacks
Posted by Drexler at May 2, 2005 06:06 PM