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January 7, 2011

Abner And Jeremy Get Pissy

By Tony Brown

Jeremy,

says Abner,

I don’t want you to take this the wrong way
but you’re kind of a pain in the ass.

What’s that, Abner?

I said, you’re kind of a pain in the ass.

Eh, we’ve all got trouble
with that at our age, pal.
I think it’s just natural.

No, you’ve been that way for years.

Some of us get a head start,
says Jeremy,

stealing pretzels from Abner’s bowl.

Hey! What’s next —
you want my beer too?

Too late,
says Jeremy, swigging from the mug.
Anyway, I bought this round.

Come to think of it, I bought the round
before it too.
Your turn next time, you deadbeat.

I think I’m tapped out,
says Abner.

See? You’re
catching up to me,

says Jeremy.

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January 7, 2011

At Home

By Tony Brown

The door? One good kick would do it.
The walls? Pretty, flimsy, pretty flimsy.

At home with the feared yet longed for television.
At home with ice in the toilet bowl.
At home with virtual friendships.
At home with cold legs.
At home with foreign junk food.
At home with a creed of tiny movements.
At home with smoke, stale beer, no music.
At home with blank paper and tooth-torn nails.

The windows? How shiny, how brittle.
The floor? The coins don’t roll far when dropped.

At home with uncomfortable sinning.
At home with omission.
At home with small abuse.
At home with no room at the inn.
At home with darker.

At home trying to decide.
At home not deciding.

At home.  What could be better than this?

The ceiling?  Too far away.

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