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A drunk and a liar,
and a teller of tall tales.
But he could build a sweet guitar,
and he turned the heads of women
young enough to love his son.He talked peach-scented moonshine to damp an August thirst,
Jack Kerouac on a Saint Pete rooftop naming stars,
illuminati, templar knights, freemasons;
a cajun girl with hair as black as silk
and her fiddling blue-eyed lover
who liked to pare his finger nails
with an eight inch hunting knife.The truth might be there somewhere
and if it was
nobody cared.
Or maybe one,
who listened with the rest of us
then went away alone.
A man to break your heart,
who stumbled where his father danced.
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BREAKFAST WITH CORPSES
me
leaning
over the sink
spooning microwaved remnants
soup from the bakery three blocks away
watching the trees move green in mid October,
if tinted in spots by tan silk shrouded bodies tied
into the window screen the spider’s lardered remnants
of summer’s tender winged swarm if they’re termites some day
a sigh I never realized I even uttered will tear out the last
celulose column supporting my walls and we will
spill like sand into the basement
my microwave, window
soup carton,
spoon
me
I can’t get this quite right.
memory steps lightly
still feather gray on the leaf
is not the mockingbird
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memory stumbles
one dew-touched gray feather
no mockingbird song
