the tailor Muttle Kamzoil
he had a way with words
he had a way with witchywomen
with a football
tallish handsome
not strong
not the silent type
beautifulloser at heart
this the rub
his father Charlie erased him
before he began the race
SCRATCHED
like the lamed ponyboy
oh his impish grin
+cruelstreak
his rise
and fall and rise and fall
his last breaths on a yellowed
florida bed raggedpallet
ancestor visitations
he spoke in arcane handsignals
HUT!!!!
sister christian
witness extraordinaire
her bro’s band of angels
all in cleats
she flew home then
to tell
his pretty mama
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Fall 2025 ..he rises yet..
songanddancegirl 