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On Desiring The Recreation Of The Freedom Of A Shotgun - 1994

Pins and needles scatter light
from crevices of sunshine crawling
through brown sacks of dust.

How many times can thirty
days be cast aside - regrets in a dresser
collected - secrets in a cigar box
tied off?

Pins and needles wage a fight
between daily injections of self destruction
and too many keychain tokens of life.

All Apologies.

Pins and needles scatter light
from crevices of sunshine crawling
through brown sacks of dust.

How many times can thirty
days be cast aside - secrets in a dresser
collected - regrets in a cigar box
unkept?

Pins and needles wage a fight
justified by love of self destruction -
stayed by the righteousness of life??