THESE RECORDS NO LONGER PLAY THE MUSIC OF MEN

The collected poetry of a pretentious mid-1990s grunge kid.

For a brief period in the spring and early summer of 1994, I was a famous poet.

This is the record of my shame.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

John & Marty's Tree Fort & Pirate Club (no girls allowed)

we sat together
in the green
shadows
with a six pack
of Strawberry Crush
between us
on the warped
& mismatched boards.

he was very quiet
& I was halfway
through my fourth
issue of Captain America
before he dried his eyes
on his sleeve,
looked
up & said,
"The swamp
ate my brother,

he was bad."

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