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When he isn't talking your ear off about existentialism, pro-wrestling and the incredibly interesting things that happen in his comparatively mundane life, Dan occasionally writes the poetry he mentions so often. Here it is.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Apathy



I saw him again at our cat's funeral.

Plucked out his eyes
and blue
tacked them to his fingers

taped his smile
upside down
on the back of his hand

then held his chin.
He wore this
till the plot was full.


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