at the curb my
poor car sits with
a freshly smashed window
people are irritable
wanna pick fights with
anyone available
or bust up their stuff…
what I’ve since grown out of
comes to haunt years
down the line
I’m later pinning nails
to the voodoo of a stranger
I’m trying to make
a mental picture of

it is the kinda life
news carries on and
commercials are rash

snake eaters

a showing
this crazy lady
her entire family
is terrorized
just watching safe from
behind the teevee I
still feel like I need
a lengthy hug

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