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On Having Turned Thirty Without Killing Myself

I have joked about suicide with the
Tastelessness of an overcooked steak, charred
Like a body burnt in the wreck of a
Car (the logical end result of nights
Spent drinking and a brain that backfires and
Bristles in the presence of speed limits)

Had I died, the real killer would not have
Been the bullet but the decisions that
Put me in the path of the gun, the sheer
Hubris that has often found me waltzing
‘Round a battlefield wearing a target
(I have kissed the lips of cliffs, flirted with
Fire, run cars red, toasted to broken glass)

But if I have let my laugh echo down
The cavernous depths of a barrel, I
Am grateful no monster emerged therewith

There are mountains unconquered, stories to
Tell, women to love. My work is not yet


Oktoberfest By the Bay

Tonight’s blood-drinking has been pre-emptied by the celebration if a friend’s birthday. Here’s a butterfly cinquain instead!

‘Ber Fest!
San Francisco,
The Germany of the
West Coast (just like all the others this day.)
Raise your glass and slur out a cheer,
Listen to the oompah,
Co-opt the whole
Damn world.

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