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October 29, 2006

Writing Epitaphs with Finger Paints

Writing Epitaphs with Finger Paints

“The drugs don't work no more.”
--The Vincent Black Shadow

He stuffs sins
in a cardboard box
until the lid barely fits.

Their fleshy bodies
strain against
the air holes
as he pokes his
finger around the lip of the box
cramming them further
and further down
as the little squeals
of the damned
lick his ears.

He wraps it carefully
with a pretty pink bow,
grabs a pen and writes:

To God: Thanks for all the laughs.

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