The Slinging of Hash
sitting in an old run down
barn
dreaming
of the day
upon waking that the animals
will be non-rabid
towards me
they do not
sit with teeth bared
they moved with the precision
of the preternatural
ability
that makes me calm
i move like a 90 year old man
with all the knowldge
but with hands
that
boast fingers which
simutaneously
make
a floor clean
and
a whore scream
Copyright © Dennis Sheffer | Year Posted 2008
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