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Wikpedia Poem, No. 55

“B is for the Brute / in white soft, scuffless sneakers / smoke”

       stretching at Autosayyid
         B is for
      Brute
   
      that oil-stained to Ghostbro
are 
and 
slit 
here 
the general tattoo waving 
        loaded to a 
  share and of my 
hat
     gnawing 
me to 
          the 
      stared asphalt four of my hats
        gnawing 
       overing 
this 
     nothink 
      a 
    little 
     Post-Corporeal 
Over touched asphalt
   four face When the stood part
no doi But heaven’s only elide the checkered minivan obeying of time Someone 
else will die 
  and 
in 
a table
      
      “Killing 
to 
the rain the 
    rain the man’s oil-stained 
    to the girl is the old manifest
    B is for the Brute the Brute
in white soft, scuffless sneakers 
    smoke 
   Thomas and 
        the minivan or 
      San Diego.
Poetry

2DCA: Reverses Loitering and Prowling

Where the evidence showed that the actions of the defendant were those of a person trying to find his way out of a gated apartment complex, the trial court errs by denying a motion for judgment of acquittal on a loitering and prowling charge.  33 more words

2DCA

Police arrest 'Peeping Tom' who used ladder to peer into 13-year-old girl's bedroom

LANCASTER (WPMT)-Police arrested a man Thursday who admitted he used a ladder to climb up and peep into a 13-year-old girl’s window in Lancaster City. 164 more words

News

A Muse.

I was standing in front of the corner store, paper bag in hand with an oversized beer bottle inside and another rolling away from my feet, empty. 397 more words

Parents! Castleton Mall Is Not Responsible For Your Child!

The big story in Indianapolis today is the open letter that was sent out by Castleton Square Mall Management urging parent to “Not allow your children to come to the mall just to hang out” 151 more words

Indy

So Not Surprised

I decided to go ahead and write a little something to try and keep my mind off dramatiCAT, so here it goes…
When you work at a place long enough, you tend to not be surprised at what people leave behind. 361 more words

Cat

Degrees of Gray in Philipsburg

Richard Hugo

You might come here Sunday on a whim.
Say your life broke down. The last good kiss
you had was years ago. You walk these streets…

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