What My Murderer Thought

What My Murderer Thought

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Dr. Seuss plus Ginsberg? Some people

have sometimes said that. “Like giving 

good head to the Cat in the Hat!,” opined 

an acquaintance of mine about one or

another vociferous verse I’d subjected him to 

which I'd thought rather fine. "I just spew out 

the stuff," I explained. He looked pained.
“Well, you’ve spewed out enough,” he then

grunted as if he were tough and took out
a shotgun and shot me. Now that I’m dead 

I just keep writing more. Some habits defeat 

breath and death with their depth and their 

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breadth but god knows what this one is for.

I think I write just like Pussy Galore

freshly back from a weekend of whoring.

But my murderer thought I was boring.

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