Friday, November 2, 2007

small town usa

Late October 2008 I'm in a glow from a couple/ martinis, but the spew of poison /takes the glow away. RACISM./ I would like to say he doesn't/ know any better, but that's lame/ glowering, My body speaks/ and the dude pauses in his riff./ His sister who lives with a black man/ is not welcome at Thanksgiving/Let us give thanks and have another drink.
And another. It's primary season 2008/ The bookie is telling a tale/ senator cunt and senator coon/One of the places I drink now/used to house clan meetings and such.

Late February 2009I am out of martini glow. Ratpoison is dominating my choice of beverages so I am paratically sober A posotve side effect is that my mate is along for the ride. Hail fellows well met. Yet ,this is not a place I choose to be. I may be on the cusp of change.

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