i will try to write 100 poems in 100 days. even if they're all chamber potty. then i'll write one when i feel like it.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

one 5th decade white boy jew

in the high school hallway saw two
latino girls thin as fingernails
figting against lockers
while the crowd grew around them--
free show, see,
everybody's got cable, right?
but this was live--
i tried to separate the chicas
glued as uno,
and with the help of the football coach
(without whom i'd be gone-o)
they were dos again,
taken
downstairs to
the cops
but who knows what who'll see
tomorrow?

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