Dr. Seuss must have been on acid

How else would he have known

the meaty

thwack

thwack

of chopping down truffula trees

was the same as Jon's head

slamming against the pavement 

thwack

thwack

We had to call the police

He didn't take anything

we swore

staring at the sun to make our pupils less dilated

We hid the stopper that he’d licked

—anywhere from 5 to 100 doses

our dealer said—

in a combat boot

Fuck me up the ass

He yelled

eyes glazed in blood haze

Fuck me up the ass

we didn’t know if he was joking or not

They cuffed him

releasing us on our own recognizance

of which there wasn’t much left


Ten years later

A kid runs into the street

thwack

thwack

Gets hit by a car

a bad combination of

whippets

alcohol

and thanatos


It is the expected narrative

Death has never been

a good enough deterrence 




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