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“The rede mon he is a quet (wicked man); for he wole the thin uvil red (will give thee evil counsel).” -Proverbs of Alfred

he sees
red rings
around every moon
builds tunnels from ladders
works in the pit
when he finds his boots toppled over
all his cats are black
eight ball glass eye
opening
thirteen unbuttons down her back
he reads the poetry of burns
his lips curse me irish
and i the scourge of his heart
wrapped in clover
halloween will come soon
the celery stalks picked
and hung above the door
christian names
given with push pins
he laughs like an empty coffee can
and says
they believed the linen
of a corpse wrapped round
the head
cured
the wearer’s headache

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