Saturday, June 20, 2009

Dream with Warren

It was the day Warren shook the treehouse until it fell
and my dad offered us warm beers from the washing machine
and Warren said yes while I declined.

"But I'm glad you're here,"
as I'd been meaning
to call him,

and sometime later we were sprayed full of machine gun bullets
in the jungle-print bathroom
of an Italian restaurant.

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