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THE HARDCASE SPEAKS

From Contraband #2

In fields and christless allies the psalter is handedgreedily around with purple bottles of cheap portpunctuated by the sodium lightness glare of freightsrising past hobo cinder gantries and pitless bramble hollows:Dukane, Grand Rapids, Cedar Forks, Harlow, Dover-Foxcroft,names from the back platform of the A-trainso don't gimme that shit don't gimme that crapI'll put the hoodoo on you, I can do it, it comes in a canin 1954 in a back alley behind a bar theyfound a lady cut in four pieces and written in her juice on the bricks abovehe had scrawled PLEASE STOP ME BEFORE I KILL AGAIN in letters that leaned anddraggled so they called him The Cleveland Torso Murderer and never caught him,it figuresall these liberals are brainlessif you want to see jeans just peak into any alabastergravel pit in Mestalinasall these liberals have hairy shirtsReal life is in the back row of a 2nd run movie house in Utica, have you beentherethis guy with his hair greased back was drunkand getting drunker when I sat down and his face kept twisting; he cried I'm agoddamn stupid sonofabitch but doan choo try to tell me nothin I didn't hemight have come from Clevelandif the stars are right I can witch you I can make your hair fall outYou don't need hairy jeans to stand outside a Safeway

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store in Smalls Falls and watch a cloud under the highblue sky ripple the last shadows of summer over the asphalt parking lot twoacres wideA real hack believes blackboards are truefor myself I would turn them all soft like custard scoopthem feed them to blackbirds save corn for murderersin huge and ancient Buicks sperm grows on seatcoversand flows upstream toward the sound of Chuck Berryonce I saw a drunk in Redcliff and he had stuffed a newspaper in his mouth he jigged jubilantlyaround a two shadowed light poleI could gun you down with magic nose bulletsThere are still drugstore saintsStill virgins pedalling bikes with playing cards affixed to the rear spokeswith clothespinsThe students have made things upThe liberals have shit themselves and produced a satchel-load of smellynumbersRadicals scratch secret sores and pore over back numbersbore a little hole in your head sez I insert a candlelight a light for Charlie Starkweather and letyour little light shine shine shineplay bebopbuy styrofoam dice on 42nd streeteat sno-cones and read Lois LaneLearn to do magic like me and we will drive to Princetonin an old Ford with four retread skins and a loose manifold that boils up thegraphite stink of freshcooked

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