For Jack
You took a shot
on a train thru nowhere you took a shot
sliced it up where you wore america
on your sleeve
the heart
a savage clot all human pain
triumphant you took a shot a
slow train going
home thru daly city your past arcane
hotels
your gangplank
tongue a third rail
in gin lament and
poetry your only alibi thru
Pittsburg. no goodbye
what stark opening you leave angry
pitchfork quick
edge of storm a street
in truth yours.
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