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April 18, 2013


Annie, Annie, get your gun.
I caught you with another man.
Jimmy Hoffa, grab your boots.
A betrayal I don’t care to stand.

Skinny dogs baying for the leather strap.
Of masters lost to war.
An adder in the heather.
Milk and meat upon the floor.

Edgar, Edgar, call your ghosts.
I’ve filled my glass, let’s raise a toast.
Svengali, fetch your Ouija board.
Decorum dictates we leave a note.

Low swung the heavens to collect the cats.
And bear them to the moon.
By tranquil lakes they built a castle.
On the alabaster dunes.


From → Poetry

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