Tuesday, May 26, 2009

The murder weapon was a bicycle

Standard issue fence post…twenty-sum stuffed animals…remember me

And let me get one of those cigarettes… and thirty cents

Here’s fifty…you bark a lot through my window


And can I uh…  no let me get uh…


Let me get     let me get    let me get…   some skin pigmentation

I combusted in written pictures and that’s why I ain’t considered a saint

Well guess what….  I ain’t


Blew my credit on some decongestant

Free vaccinations at the clinic

I’m infected with a curious nature

Let me get uh…

Let me get uh…an answer…


the answer comes in the form of a handwritten letter


It says this is brutally… beautifully – beautifully absence in my briefcase

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