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Why are all the faces coming out of my laptop?

Fritz Hamilton

Why are all the faces coming
out of my laptop?/ do
they amass to see my hanging?

They look from grotesque shapes, all
shining like the sun/ all staring
at me like friendly fire, &

they plug me like the nickle, trying
to sneak onto the Staten Island Ferry/ a
school of Asian carp waits below in

New York Harbor for me to fall off the
ferry to their razor teeth &
harbor myself in their bellies/ I

am Tom Sawyer dangling my line into
the water to catch me a carp to
take to Becky Thatcher/ I

jerk up a mule fish instead &
let it pull me up the Erie Canal/ it
lets me off in Buffalo, where

I’m too buffaloed to continue &
return to my laptop, where
all the faces are cut & bleeding/ I

catch the blood in a chalice off
the nose of Capt Bly &
drink it down until I’m

Long John Silver trying to
find short Gold/ we
go to Gold’s Gym &

find him bench pressing 5,000 lbs of
heroin with a 2 cent street value/ we
cut it with nuclear waste & trade it to

kindergarten kids for their bag lunches/
raided by the Keystone CIA we
get rid of our stash in New York Harbor/

a porpoise & sea monster OD, &
the homeless of NYC eat their
flesh & check into detox/ Margaret

Thatcher, Becky’s mother, sends the
British navy to attack New York with all
its addicts, but they get off course &

invade the Malvinas/ a WWII bomb from
the U.S.A. goes down the smokestack of a
British destroyer but won’t go off or

the Britsh would have turned their ships
home & 3rd World Argentina would have
beaten the English, &

all the faces around my laptop would be
different embarrassing the fickle monster of
history to change all the stories &

make the murdered God moan, &
we’d be destroyed in a different
way, at another time &

place ...

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