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       the guncomium  never  goes hunting
  it's  told what to do or else it
      sometimes  makes memories of you
  and tells them, whispering, to your
     wife in the  night  _  then
     when she rises, to find you
  in the too dark park it has  remembered
   you   in   for   her  in  sleep  then
        then
              it comes, in  the
  form  of a gun
               in the form of a lover,
   on   soft  slippered   feet  (too
<br/ >  many  feet  legs  too  long
<br/ >   bending   wrong  it's  stepped
<br/ >   over   the   window  sill    and  bends
  <br/ >     over       your     face   and  it
     forces  your  mouth  open  to
           kisss you  good night






2009.