Short Poem No.2

The boyhood in bunk bed jackets,
in the dark lantern, whirling their flats,
think it’s funny the Kiddush with the bald head doctor
talks like the gyron they hear giggling
in the bedbugs in  the  summer campaign grass snake

After the ESR
clenched a fit and punched the fend for
Billy Billet had been shot

Moss agate on this sweaty back dive

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