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Hitler in Los Angeles He comes wearing a tartar colored vinyl jacket Jeans with cigarette yellow tinge Short black hair Unkempt from years of milling through deranged hyperbole Monolithic, neo-classic, post-modern rascalist What is it about ourselves that we do not yet know? That we cannot deconstruct? Head clatters like Burroughs playing hopscotch Playful cousin of night He leaps from front yard to front yard He winks at me, all subtly Takes photo with broken Lomo Counts tacit silicone sergeants Washes pants in gutter, mild starch Breath on mid-night train Protean migrant separating tacos from shells And eating them whole-fisted |
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