Phil & Chuck [draft]

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One truth
	hands 
	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
Phil
	& Chuck.