git

moonlight on the cold neon sign
that reads: WELCUM 2 PARADISE
we trampled the Daisy pellets under foot
as we traversed the tell that has amassed
around the property behind our house
because it's been a million different things
like, such as:
snake oil sales office, spoke engraving,
saloon, Vidal Sassoon [Minchey's Cutz],
Apple II repair, Warhammer Clubhouse
and a place for strippers to dance

Sunset, the neighborhood dog,
is perched on the porch
acting like he's got a deed
and a prince for a master

and this is gorgeous:
our faces pressed to the barrel
of a sheriff's gun
GIT
GWAN GIT
AND DON'T YOU TELL YOUR DADDY NOTHING ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE
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