Whatever You Do To The Least Ghazal, by Dennis Mahagin

"When I coughed I saw fireflies. . ."


–Denis Johnson


Hindsight is 20. With twenty twenties, at Happy Hour, burning
pin holes in the eyeball of a dollar bill > pyramid. In God, whatever.


Luckily, pimps, repo men and beat cops are not Machiavellian
;otherwise we'd all be in a serious frigging. . .world. Of whatever.


Those beatific Puget Sound ferry [...:]

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