The tropes are all out tonight
trawling the Vietnam walls.
And it's not Halloween yet,
but the ghouls mean to cancel
Thanksgiving in advance.
Guiliani works on Christmas
lest old acquaintances be forgot.
I'd meant to suggest meaning
crawling like, through, up,
all over, all along,
with tunnels and light at the end,
but this summer
makes four in a row
lined up for nuclear winters.
All the fuck loved was blow.
The brother didn't love his
corporate Thai ho's.
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