I drank a beer
And I couldn't shut up
Every smell made me five years old again
—I want that I want that—
And the words flowed out like piss
And it was a relief to
__let them go
Charcoal ablaze
the hiss of meat
the promise of comfort
of plenty
and the idea that
it would go on and on—
There are no more dinosaurs
Eat them while you can
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
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