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why focus on the bad things

why take what any word can give

why give a little word

when silence can do the same?

i see your name at night.

i shiver and i’m a man of faith.

let me be.

i show up before the bar closes

and take three drinks and

lie on the stairs like some

hippie artist

like the kind i used to lie with

stretching my hands

like a prophet like a bald man

at a wig showing and no

no it’s not a good line

but i’m trying.

then i take the smallest violin

and write the smallest

eulogy for a man without faith.

you might not like this

and I don’t like it either

but some of it made me laugh.

did you see the lines about

the balding man?