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Granite Dreams

from Bloody Fool by Graham Patzner

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Pilfered oil hide dreams on the road to the motel.
At night I'm milking the comedy's bruised nipple.
A hurricane blitzes on the thick headed quarterback.
Hits like air on my night stick and
the boss of right
held me wrong like a trash can
heard me kicking inside.
I've been known to lure companion's into a safety net.
Where I handle my truths on sourdough, thoughtless middle.
The comic cackles a deformed hyena on the dyed red stage.
Hacked up hopes on the cross, pray for doubt if you must, heal yourself in the dust where you
sneeze
and cuss.

How did this get so important you liar?!
Injecting me in the face like I'm some kind of lab rat.
All hell is denied once I'm in the rat trap
if i get to the center I will melt or burst.
If I kill the origin I'll be done-de- done done.

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from Bloody Fool, released July 7, 2009

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