Phil & Chuck [draft]


One truth
	black & dark
and inkly  severed from—
and tiny squares of arithmetic
	density perhaps


His hunch—perspective—proves
	something some scream
	or prowl with semi-automatic
plutonium a standard-issue chokehold 
six shots  four through the arm two in the head
	too many  too loud


Say it, man!
	Art can save you— 
	tinted pulp in thirty shades
from black to white  no whole  Without which
on a dirty sliding dolly beside Pepsi and a 20-inch no-name fan
	pointed some other way


Beside Him: One man smiles
	at the camera full of ham clueless; another 
	diabolically on haunches 
grounds himself and drinks up
	& Chuck.

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