They’d been
playing for a funny
Screwed up
his red eyes
In the house
There’s
people I don’t like
Studying
through
The
telephone telling morning over
Something
out hung up Young man
With all
your stories
Be polite
introduce people
Fell down
dead
Don’t ask a
lot of questions
I’d know the
truth about exactly what happened
A curious
case down the gravel path
Give you a
lead until you get the statement
So horrified
by the sight: Man with the red nose
Laid them on
top of the ready pile of jammed powder
I’ve tasted
the luck been my very worst friend,
Beginning to
the end a touch hangin’ round by his coffin
A minute
before morning
Drunk out
beer bitter hanging
Laid on the
shelf
Tell him for
hours
In fountains
of air,
Eyes flood, salty
sea.
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