Thursday, October 1, 2009

Prose Poem: Todd Moore


walking down the railroad tracks with a baseball bat and had a hunting knife stuck in his belt every once in awhile he'd stop at a freight car switched off on a side track and bang on the door with the ball bat when he saw me watching he said have you seen kansas city bob wears a stocking cap and has only one good eye the switchman said haven't seen him i replied i got his glass eye he said i wanna give it back then the switchman held out his hand he was holding a real eye and it was swimming in blood

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