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      ------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.

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          • June 6, 2010 6:20 pm
            Much as the buffalo once did now its the Hyundai’s that thickly cover these Black Hills The winds continual roar ordering 1/2 caf-1/2 decaf grande vanilla soy latte frappuccinos Ghost wanderer Crazy Horse dances to more 80’s hits on the satellite radio And the lost pieces of yourself flash bright red in a dark, dense jungle so black and tangled that sometimes its not even here.

            Much as the buffalo once did

            now its the Hyundai’s

            that thickly cover these Black Hills

            The winds continual roar

            ordering 1/2 caf-1/2 decaf

            grande vanilla soy

            latte frappuccinos


            Ghost wanderer Crazy Horse

            dances to more 80’s hits

            on the satellite radio


            And the lost pieces of yourself

            flash bright red in a dark, dense jungle

            so black and tangled

            that sometimes

            its not even here.

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