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largo slapped…

a 5 on the

table sd
ok mother
fucker lets
see you
touch that
black wi
dow’s legs
it was al
most up to
the place
where my
old man
had put his
fist thru
the wall
the spider
seemed to
know my
finger was
near &
sped up
but i got
a quick
feel off 2
of its
legs largo
sd did he
gitcha he
used a
match
stick to
knock it
off the
wall &
when it
hit the
floor i
crunched
it under
my right
shoe &
kicked
what was
left of
it back
to him he
sd you
know what
they say
kill a black
widow
death lays

for you

 

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dillinger posed…

dillinger posed

for the mug
shot staring
straight into
the camera
w/that killer
look sort
of like he
imagined the
lens was a
piece of
meat he
cd either
fuck or
kill he
had one
arm held
over the
other hand
across the
elbow &
the way he
sat there
both tensed
& relaxed
reminded
me of the
old movie
stills of
early wes
tern movie
star harry
carey in
his prime
& later john
wayne copy
ing that look
right at the
end of the
searchers
where
he stands
almost pain
ted into that
black door
way a sha
dow full of
the nothing
ness of
color & i
think dill
inger has to
know w/a
certainty
none of us
will ever
understand
that the
shadow
etched into
the white
sheet be
hind him
has just
started to
walk toward
an outlaw
oblivion
where no
one else
can go

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just…

just

before i wrote
the corpse
is dreaming
i cd feel
a tremor
slicing thru
the air the
typewriter
keys were
making little
clicking
sounds all
by them
selves &
for the
briefest of
seconds i
had to make
sure death
wasn’t sitting
on the floor
right beside
my chair
telling me
the lines

todd moore | 3216 san pedro ne | albuquerque, nm 87110

 

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