Monday, December 31, 2018

I could tell you.

I could tell you what record was on his turntable when they found him hanging, but it’s none of your business
Always have a purpose when picking through the wreckage with a stick, even and especially when the sun is shining in the heavy feelings sky
I could tell you what kind of things he took out of the library, but what would be the bloody point?

John Petric called and said unless the details are salacious we don’t have any inches we can commit to
I called him a snake and hung up the phone
Jim always suspected John Petric had it out for him and he was right.

Jim was a piranha in a kiddy pool of guppies and young turks
He was the soldier throwing silverware in "Forever Lowman"
Shadows are cast when a legend refuses to climb back into their own skin.

Charles Cicirella

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