Poems and a Bad Man

[benchilada]

Food Porn is on its way.
Until then:
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My mama has a word for men like this:

Scumdog

I like it.

Poem the First
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She lowered her eyes and told me to treat her as though she were made of glass.
So I squirted her with Windex and rubbed a newspaper across her.
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Poem the Second
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The fucker must have been
about a hundred.
His face practically cracked as
his voice rasped,
“Do you come to me, in my isolation,
To learn the secrets of my kung-fu,
For peace and inner strength,
For fitness and longevity,
To achieve a unity of mind and body
Undreamt of by men?”
“No,”
I said.
“Just to kick some ass.”
He shook his head slowly,
his eyes looking to the distant horizon.
“You,” he whispered,
“Are so in...”
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benjamin sTone
Urbana, Illinois
4:09pm, 9/11/04
CURRENT MUSIC: “Thousands are Sailing,” The Pogues
NEXT MOVIE: GRAVEYARD OF HONOR, the original Fukasaku version, not the Miike remake, which I’ve already seen

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