Enchanted eight bits
teleport plumber brothers
through Koopa’s warped worlds.
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I’m not Lebron James
No lobbed dunks, or pull up j’s
Still, I hoop. I must.
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Thirty six floors up,
forgotten hand-painted signs
vanish into brick.
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Crimson tail lights blink.
Exhausted exhaust smoke. We’re
rushing to nowhere.
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Graphite memories.
HB pencil, contour lines.
Loyal companion.
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Hennepin Chinos
flat, fresh. Iron steam rises.
Monday doesn’t wait.
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Five a.m. egg yolks.
Meat locker hooks, left jabs bring
tears for Adrian.
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Two horizontal panels, two vertical panels. In case you’re keeping track.
Long before Disney owned Marvel Comics and Star Wars, Marvel Comics Group held the publishing rights to Star Wars comics.
Then shit got weird – for Han Solo in particular.
In this expanded universe Han meets a space rabbit named Jaxxon, wields a light sabre, teams up with a man dressed up in a Chewbacca Halloween costume, and rescues a bald librarian Jedi wannabe named Don-Wan from an intergalactic dinosaur.
Like we said. Shit got weird.
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The Knicks were my first.
Before Shaq. Before Penny.
Madison Square love.
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A Field Notes pad will make you brave as Ernest Shackleton.
A Ticonderoga pencil will make you write like Dickens.
Get some.
Floodlights and Goalposts 