Saturday, October 26, 2013

WISEACRE

From your low front
stoop—
a toothless

sallow-
ing withered pumpkin grins—

at this self-
centered
noggin bobbing glum up

and down past in broad
daylight—and I

suddenly
just wanna crack—now that!

right there!—is guts.

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