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disappearance

i think i also
live with the fear
that any day you
will disappear
– ronald baatz

did you hear the one about the old poet
who died alone in the magic house trying
to make magic when his black heated cat
was moaning and rolling about on the rug?
no, tell it to me.
well, you see, this poet was alone and his woman
was not there and her son was stealing money from her
and she owned this salon where all she did all day
was coif the ugly heads of the obscenely rich and vain
and then one day in the middle of it all the poet put
his head into the oven but immediately pulled it out
and he ran into the bathroom to look for a straight razor
to slit his wrists but he couldn’t find one so he ran
down stairs to the car and tried to stretch his mouth
around the tail pipe and succeeded but then remembered
he had to turn the car on and when he went to do this he couldn’t
find the key because the key was in the magic house and it
had magically turned into a fork and so he sat down and ate
a bowl of pasta and meatballs but he was a vegetarian
and the meat made him violently ill so he crawled into bed
to wait it out and fell asleep and went into a dream and in
the dream there was this guy with a gun who wanted to
fight it out at noon so the poet pulled out his gun which
he always kept in a pouch just below his balls and went
to meet the guy at twelve o’clock but on the way to
the duel the guy ambushed him from behind a bush
and shot the poet in the head dead, dead as a door nail
which immediately sent the poet’s spirit up and high into
the sky where he could see it all and knew finally what
it all meant

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