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Thursday, September 25, 2014
black batman
he wore the fur lined cape
of the black bat man
into the disco
the music so loud
it made a perfect circle
down on the dance floor
he moved through the crowd
like liquid snow
steam coming off his cheeks
he shook hands
with the bartender
the black hands of desire
the place would burn to the ground
less than three weeks later
killing most of them
but tonight wasn’t made for that sort of thing
tonight wasn’t made for worrying
about a future that would never arrive
tonight was made for michelob
and benson and hedges
and hand jobs in the black
back part of the club and
whatever else the world
had to throw into our way
writing a fantastic poem at the airport
on your phone while waiting for your life
to be over
is not an easy thing to do
well it's really not that hard either i guess
the results vary
there's a guy on tv in a grey t-shirt
and a baseball cap
facing backwards
he has a beard
i assume he's a full grown man
only posing as a small child
the ‘newscasters’ are discussing
the death of a comedienne who passed away
unexpectedly last week
all of these people are sitting in front of microphones
they must have important things to say
i can only imagine
what am i missing
so much 'news'
all over the world
crazy shit.
my friend tells me about a boy
holding a severed head
he saw in the news recently
i see the boy quite clearly in my mind
he is dressed like amal from the christmas play
he has a karate kid style bandana
he's a cute kid who you'd normally see playing baseball or video games
sort of a brunette version of my own son
he’s got a gun strapped to his back
he's covered in dust and grime
he’s finally getting the attention he deserves from these lunatics
he seems to be surrounded by
the body of the dead man unburied nearby
the corpse's flaccid penis clearly visible
but who is this dead guy?
no idea. some dude. if it was the head of the comediane
i guess the whole country would be more concerned
but it’s not. just some middle eastern looking stranger
a ghost. a prop. no one to concern myself with
here in this airport surrounded by animals
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