Thursday, September 29, 2016

The Armed Poet


A carton of notebooks from my best decade of writing
I had left in my sister Barbara
wooden storage stall
in the basement of her apartment.
When she died, Christine - a sister four years older
disposed of her possessions
and mine
Why did I leave it in Chicago
Did I believe I would return for it..?
I did take a box of pictures.

It would have fit into my car
quite easily
I think I wanted to leave that world behind
Hey Christine
did you dispose if my rife, too, Bitch?!

(Ruger mini-14 Ranch Rifle. Its a semi-automatic.
I had two 30 round metal banana clips
It was a ‘Black Gun’ as the ATF calls it now
disguised as a walnut stocked varmint rifle
it shot 223/5.56 cartridges
in rapid succession
like the M16 used by Marines in Viet Nam)