old times

soon enough
no one will remember
that sticky month

everything tasted like Christmas

Paul’s puddle of blood
congealed on rough concrete

dropped silverware
a clatter of church bells

the squall
flooding the ash black river

James Dean
crucified on the ceiling
won’t rise again

marker tattoos
seeping into smooth scars
fading slowly

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