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s N a K e S a n D l a D D e r S

s N a K e S  a n D  l a D D e r S

sO –
a chiP oFF thE moRoCCaN asHtraY,
perPetraTeD bY thE dOOr;
anoTheR aCCiDenT
anoTheR breAkaGe
anoTheR iNciDenT
anoTheR snaP iN thE tiMe-LiNe –
wiLL thE neXt onE breAk mY sPinE?

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theSe thinGs keeP haPPeninG sO
theRe muSt bE aN eXplaNaTioN –
theSe oBjecTs aRe frAgiLe,
pOiSeD,
anD reaDy tO bE jOlteD aT anY tiMe.
maYbE iT shOuLd haPPeN moRe ofTeN?
chaNcE plaYs iT’s faTeHanD coNtaiNinG
thE truMp caRd pReSaGinG
diSaSteR.

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thUs thiS
iS suPPoSeD
tO bE mY loSS,
buT I vieW iT aS mY gaiN;
sTanDinG guaRd oveR mY fuTuRe –
a seNtiNeL.
I coUlD noT moVe forWarD
iF I weRe moRe seNtiMenTaL,
thiS meSSaGe iS eSSenTiaL –
iT’s onLy sNaKeS anD laDDerS anYwaY.

Ben Browton – tMx 24 – 04/06
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