monstruous abusive thunder

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the rat a tat tat scored like
a monstruous abusive thunder unexpectedly
from our hallway dark and closed off
  for the time as
I watched football: pittsburg playing the bengals in this living room

    my wife naps
and there is an infant making
sleepy gurgling noises in a new bedroom crib

to the hallway door I go
to conceive the
gunfire: bandits exploring our territory
wearing masks of man stockings with
eyes nose and mouth cut out

I fought them
I fought the bandits
I used keys from my pocket
against them




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poem: next door we may be an ass
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