9 January 2009

Poem For Ron Asheton

After I have gone for a walk
With my dog I sometimes
Sit and watch her breathe
After she has laid down.
Her chest rises and falls,
Rises and falls, rises and falls

Like the price of gasoline.

Oil swami motherfuckers.

Watching my dog breathe
Is better than watching
Stupid or Censored Television;
Better than thinking about
Ron Asheton's heart exploding;
Better than watching the wars

In my head.

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