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Discount Tire Apocalypse


he was on meth when the police caught him

they asked him if these tattoos mean anything

he said warriors tattoo their noses sometimes

they asked why was he breaking into a tire shop

he said that he thought it was almost Christmas

that he needed something good for his little boy

had they seen his little boy how big he had got

when they told him what day it was he laughed

out of kindness like they had told a bad joke

he said the mind is a snake handler groping

for the dead lizard that had swallowed us all

last Tuesday just like some tear of black sugar

and there was no going back how his eyes were

two negatives stuck at the end of a movie reel

burning the ghost of a tired Tom Joad back

into their flashlights back into each brain cell

lit up like a funeral pyre and let go on the water

the ease of the holy spirit slipping the world

back into tongues as they read him his rights

Jim Redmond