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Friday, September 26, 2008

son of a bitch





I am brushing
the RTA which
is my mouth,
my
teeth, when I glimpse
myself
in the bathroom
mirror.

God Damn.

If it wasn't
for the mildewed spots
like a cancer
on the glass
I might almost be a

handsome son of a bitch.
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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousSeptember 27, 2008 at 5:57 AM

    Pt. the 44th...

    In which the witch cut a switch
    Lashed you like the he sum'bitch
    You were...
    When all'a that 'real' shit came down...
    Stitched yer itch, in a NY minute.
    Worked yer soul for a discount.
    Struck it.
    Stiffed a tab and walked out.

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  2. ibSeptember 27, 2008 at 11:17 AM

    Hey. Actually, I kinda like that. It's a bit like Bob Dylan's 300156th Dream.

    And I was starting from the premise that your comment was a calculated insult. I like it nonetheless.

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