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Feb 05, 2006 00:49

Outside a liquor store
with its neon illuminating
the names of dead gods,
hunches an ackward frame
with a crickety leg
that gives way as he steps left
then right, then left, then right
Under the streetlight
is a toothless grin
shrouded by sour gin
Above it sits an animal
of tangles and curls
with two sticks
along the side of it.
Their five fingered branch
clutches a sign
with five understated words:

the ind es nir.
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