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Scrum: January 2015

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Thursday, January 22, 2015. But it could have been Texas. It would have been. The Buick a ’53. All pea green and blinding chrome. In this black and white photo. Hot as a skillet. Shadows fried to nubs. Rolled down your tight. White tee or thin cotton camp. Shirt comatose on the backseat. Khaki pants and narrow belt. Newly acquainted with the innocent. Spread of your belly. Goddamn two tone shoes. That leave me no choice. But to fix you. On Route 66 heading west. Stopping for an orange Nehi maybe. Bob Wil...

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Scrum: February 2015

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Wednesday, February 25, 2015. I threw them for no reason. Other than Old Harrisburg Road. Ran thick with crushed limestone. Inexhaustible at a languid pace. But finite as my patience with the pious. When I threw them fast and furious. At the window lights of the old school house. Or poor cousin Reesy. Out of plain spite. In the palm of my hand. Fired sidearm with topspin. Until my arm ached. All those sharp edged consonants. From ancient pages of seabed. I threw them for no reason. Ducking into his truck.

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Scrum: September 2014

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Friday, September 19, 2014. Thursday Morning, Busting Up A Metal Mesh Reinforced Tile Floor. Tight lipped five pound sledge. Gavels order to mayhem. Lungs gulp delta silt. As If We Needed Another. The last thing we need, another autumn to. Pull the plug on summer. Set the stage for winter. In a green glass. Bowl on the kitchen table. Out the back door to. Look up in thrall to sky blue yarn. Unspooling to fray at dusk. Flinch at a flurry. Of red and yellow hands. Push us to our knees. With copper while we.

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Scrum: June 2014

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Friday, June 27, 2014. He walks down a hallway counting his steps. The polished wooden floor. Reflects a comet tail spilling milky. From a tear drop light that plumbs the sink, splits. The glassy black slate of night. He fills. His glass come face to face with a geezer. Framed on black velvet. Parched but too polite. To take the first drink a toast is proposed. To break the impasse, “To the ravages. Of time”, drawing hands across lips before. Heading for bed, carefully retracing. Sunday, June 22, 2014.

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Scrum: May 2014

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Monday, May 19, 2014. The Butler Model of Tourism. I come back here year after year my. Black valise with a busted zipper. Spring-shot lobby divans drained of color. To press crisp bills into Monte’s hand. Come up for air from the tunnel of. His thread bare uniform then ease. Myself down on a sagging mattress. To wait for the clatter of ancient bones. His creaking cart and scuffling feet to. Recede into absolute silence down. The dimly lit hall broken only by a spate. Of conversation between the couple.

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Scrum: August 2015

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Thursday, August 20, 2015. From the vaults, revised. The Rock And Roll Memoir I Want To Read. It was too damn loud. I never liked Bo Bo. Was he the third? By a callow youth. To this day like. A bit of boilerplate. I don’t remember. Of the band name. Penning “Love Carburetor”. Of a groupie named Skyyy. We played Farm Aid. I guess you would know. I can’t piss. Or hear a word. And my doctor says. A handle on my liver. But I’m booked. To a ten night stand. With the New York Philharmonic. To promote a concert.

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Scrum: Isle Royale

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Tuesday, July 21, 2015. We shoulder packs and. Tack a stitch from. Daisy Farm to Moskey Basin,. A rash of cairn marching. Up and over upturned. Bedrock faces, hands of old. Men and their wives. Tented in evening prayer. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Works and Days Quarterly. 2011 Best of List. 20th Century American painters. Bob Wills and his Texas Playboys. Cave of Forgotten Dreams. Daniel and the Sacred Harp. Detroit International Jazz Festival. Diamond Strike Anywhere matches. Green Eggs and Ham.

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Scrum: revision #2

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Tuesday, July 21, 2015. I go looking for you late. At night in Maycomb, roam. Leafy streets of pages shaded. By chinaberry trees,. Saunter to the courthouse. To swap lies and swat. Flies with the Idlers Club,. Not one of them boys able. To recollect having seen hide nor hair of you. Maybe drift down to the Quarters, slip. Into the First Purchase African M.E. Church. Blessed salvation the best Reverend Sykes. Can offer when I ask after you;. Relieved not to glimpse you at. Midnight among the ugly. Lena Bl...