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splinters (an ode to Sammy Sosa)

a boy, barely ten, small for his age, reddish face with light hair, bright eyes muted by an oversized cap, one collar flap popped up, some numbness in his arm above the elbow, the last row of field level, an aisle seat, his father's suit neat and crisp, quips exchanged, the beer vendor in the next section, the boy...
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i completely forgot about my membership here, hence i just renewed. hopefully i'll be more active this summer.

back in NY

epitaph

my heart's done pumping
old blood, sending directions
to ventricles, urging veins
to work better. they're on strike
and i don't blame them
but i've been hired to investigate.

i put on the sleuth costume:
an updated sherlock holmes (more spacey).
i'm back home, gnawing
on lamb chop bones, narrowly miss
my father's hand slamming me into brick -
a few gin & tonics...
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STOCHASTIC VARIABILITY *i know, kinda long

life is not a box of chocolates;
it's a rollerball sweatsock
after exiting the octagon
and i'm on my way back from the factory
(we manufacture silicon salamanders for kids)
but my vehicle's stopped
(a rocket's passing through)
though if you look closely
you might see a comet
somewhere by the horizon.

i'm slightly irritated
about the women i...
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need to type up / print out all the shit i wrote yesterday. and when i say shit i mean shit