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Scott Paxton

Rookie (March 28,1985 / Minnesota)

Ode To Gregory

I have my rhetoric.
My quick tongue
Fancy that!
And you have your old intelligence.
For there is no substance
but my own wit.
Disastrous wit!
I cast you
to your birth -
and arise
from the depths
a thousand Arian dreams
of icy madness
to relieve
the in-concrete darkness

Oh, that I was born
from my mother's womb.
smash his skull in.
Eat Raw death
from my belly
Real flesh
self cannibalistic
uh, drink my fever...
a liter of boiled blood.

A dog that will
and be beaten
by his master
His mutiny
will boldly
into the night -
that mutt!

And for this
my quick wit
will disagree
with all.
Yes, I am not agreeable
It is this dreadful
stare -
this gnarled face,
that feeds
the day

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Submitted: Monday, January 28, 2013
Edited: Monday, January 28, 2013
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