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[bodytext] =>  Switchblade by Ghost Moth -~- The moon's yellow fingernail whistles a crippled tune as the late Summer's steamy hot breath chases tin cans down the alley like drunken rats He sits on a black rooftop perched like a raven his eyes are two green slivers glowing in the dark, his tail a slow intimidating whip, lashing lazily Preened cottonballs strut stupidly up the alley, rubbing their pink noses and snowy cheeks against rusted chrome fenders, and circling the garbage cans like fat snakes Leaping lightning strikes them from the rooftops, dagger claws ripping thru their shampooed coats, and yellow teeth dragging them to the oil-stained gravelly ground They run home first chance they're lucky enough to steal from the wicked black cat who always disappears at dawn real vampire like... They say he once killed a grown man, and all the neighborhood brats tell a story of how he once beat broken glass into a mean kid's bloodied mouth with a busted old amber beer bottle He has no name, he has no owner-- he's too wild But one night I heard the wind cutting thru the rain It called him "Switchblade" -x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x- --Copyright 2004 by Ghost Moth This poem first appeared on YPDC in August 2004. More from Ghost Moth at: 
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