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Billy the Kid
terrified to die,
terrified of being forgotten,
carves his name
in sandstone.

from 37 psalms from the Badlands.

Kendra Steiner Editions

Filed under: Hosho McCreesh
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we cut

thru the
railyard
& headed
straight
for the
river bridge
where we
stopped
in the
middle
my old
man sd
you gotta
be my
eyes &
took the
38 out
of his
pocket
how much
you getting
paid to
dump it
i sd 50
he replied
look at it
he sd his
spider
hands
crawling
all over it
a real 38
smith &
wesson
murder &
class he
sd murder
& class
then let
it go into
the river

Filed under: poems by todd moore
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we cut

thru the
railyard
& headed
straight
for the
river bridge
where we
stopped
in the
middle
my old
man sd
you gotta
be my
eyes &
took the
38 out
of his
pocket
how much
you getting
paid to
dump it
i sd 50
he replied
look at it
he sd his
spider
hands
crawling
all over it
a real 38
smith &
wesson
murder &
class he
sd murder
& class
then let
it go into
the river

Filed under: Todd Moore
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The Iceberg Theory

Filed under: Gerald Locklin
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WHAT’S HOT:

Sinatra, some stories and the Stones.

Long Beach poet Gerald Locklin’s latest chapbook, his annual collection of jazz poems, is an all-Frank collection, “A Sinatra Sequence,” paean after paean to Old Blue Eyes. By Tim Grobaty, Press Telegram Long Beach Staff Writer. Posted: 03/17/2009 09:53:55 PM PDT

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Filed under: essays by todd moore
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