His teeth once white as popcorn, now golden as movie
buttered popcorn.

God bless ghosts, guns, Bush-Cheney and the summer
Salinas Rodeo.

The Neighborhood Watch posted warning signs: DO NOT WAKE UP
THE ZOMBIES.

You don't have to slice out his prefrontal cortex;
he's dead.

Skateboard without your helmet. Watch the red splatters
in the sunset.

Bob Genevro

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