No Such Startle

The garbage bags and the
coroner wind been talking
some bad plans there
some real harsh witnessing.
And the turf just lies there
like the day before
no such startle there.
There's a rake in the garage
and a fright worn garishly on
every shivering tree.
Some slippery words start
planning to slur out over a burial
without anything resembling
enthusiasm.
There's a gold band for every other
ring finger and a tag for every other
big toe and.
The autistic frost kicking the
dust up on every highway just
outside of town
keeps a real clean pistol in its glove box.


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been mostly working on comedy lately, but here's a more recent piece that i actually like a lot.
-andy