Wednesday, April 29, 2009

anecdote #22 - (1.5 length) the killed of # 33

police might want that knife
rob stepped around the night corner
pointing at my foot.

wise. he didn't interfere in my fight.

vaguely gesturing at my bloody side you
might wanna have a doctor look at that

guards shrug, chat
the killed alive, shackled
throwing hole-punches, staplers.

a paperweight hits my shoulder.
rob gently nudged me
out of pitch-range.

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