RHYTHM IS THE INSTRUMENT
Ministry without religion, since 2013.
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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