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Technical Knockout
Who knew the motive
or how many hits
there were before
the last three went
down, rapid fired,
barely chilled over
ice, mostly pure
Beefeaters with a
hint of M & R Dry
sucker punching
his-former weight
lifting body-like
a prize fighter
jabbed to death,
aging ten years
in three minutes
out long before
his body hit
the floor.
The Dog Walker
Her dog didn't care
all that much where
he went as long as
there was some place
to take a dump & a
tree to piss on. So what
if he got tied up on
a short leash for awhile,
what was he going to
do, tell on the old lady
sneaking into a gin mill
for a couple of quick
pops? And who would
have believed him if
he did? considering
the old lady left the
house dressed in an
old terry cloth robe,
flannel night gown,
& her hair up in curlers,
tightly secured by a
ratty old scraf. As
long as she had access
to the hidden pocket
in the robe where she
kept her stash of old
fives and tens ripped
off from the old man's
wallet or siphoned
from the Christmas Club
funds, she didn't care
what she looked like.
What she really needed
was a couple of her power
screw drivers-down & dirty
& double strength & she
didn't care who knew it.
Ice Woman
The substance of the drink
is of no importance only
its name, color and the shape
of the glass that holds it is,
decorating a cocktail napkin
in whatever trendy fern bar
she is sitting in, not exactly
waiting for a companion,
friend, lover, spouse, not
exactly lost in deep thought
considering work problems,
troubling passages in a difficult
book, market trends, the margins
and the futures, not even a
single, simple thought is
pondered, she is simply
totally engaged in her every
day existence, an almost Zen
state of emptiness achieved,
not by years of studious
meditation but by a complete
lack of intellectual curiosity,
a vegetative state of being and
nothingness that may be
casually interrupted, even
penetrated but never changed
or vitalized; even imperfectly
made-up, she is naturally
beautiful but strictly ornamental,
possible to own but impossible
to possess, her suitors are legion,
their bodies are everywhere;
in morgues, graveyards, police
blotters, obituaries, asylums.
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