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My dad he’d polish up a gun go get a duck to eat, even brought a dog to bring back the duck. But pen to paper on my road, that’s my weapon, I retrieve and chase the words in a fog. I hunt the hunter’s ways, I hunt with hunter’s means.

At least he could have taught me how to hunt because gathering up the words is alien to me, get out of the bullseye and fly, the least we have done is really try. I hunt with hunter’s ways, I hunt with hunter’s means.

That’s why the hunt gleams in my eyes, shoes and both sneakers and heels cast aside on the highway underneath in one expressway beneath ungainly towers of condominiums babbles of wifi then the shoes from the balconies, what did they celebrate in a shirt I had no business being in? I hunt the hunter’s means, I hunt the hunter’s ways, the least I could have done is really try.

When there’s no one else can come along, and there’s nobody to hurt by my dog, to shoot or deafen is my definite weapon.

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from Tigerbomb * Tea and Ices (2019), released September 24, 2019

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