Thursday, September 2, 2010

Believing in God




I wake up as
a hunk of pastrami
shaved by an epileptic butcher
who has carefully manicured fingernails
and a tattoo on the back of his neck
of the Chinese character for
patience


 
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2 comments:

  1. emmett wheatfallSeptember 2, 2010 at 5:00 PM

    Nice prose poem. Pretty cool!

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  2. AnonymousSeptember 4, 2010 at 10:41 AM

    I like the detailed description of the butcher. You say a lot with very few words. Nice, indeed.

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