Thursday, December 15, 2011



Coffee table doorstop tips the scales at
nearly seven pounds of high grade paper
bearing photos full of heartbreak, beauty,
irony, three legs of a stool bearing
the weight of our short run on the planet.
Should we conclude that truth is sold by the
pound, turning a blind eye to the thumb on
the scale? I close the book, Elmore Leonard,
sixteen ounces give or take one or two,
four of them would fit just so inside the
glossy doorstop. Heartbreak, beauty and more
than a drop of irony in a pulp
full of double crossers, saints and sinners.

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