Saturday, March 10, 2012

by an open window in the crypt
I saw hot-dog carts lined up like hearses
outside the cemetery

boy was I tempted to pull myself
up out that fuckin' box
and leave the the grounds

to have a charred plump one
with onions relish ketchup and mustard
maybe two of them

and a grape soda
to wash 'em down

but all the grief that cause...
the vendors would go bug-eyed and flee

and be in the world again...hungry..

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