Do you know how I can tell
that I'm getting old?
I can't set a dime on edge
at the bar anymore.
Sure, a nickel, but
not a dime.
Too much time, too many drugs.
And there is the shooting.
Take a fifty foot target
92 and above is an A.
Four years ago
I could do that.
In fact, I did.
Today, all over the board.
Ooops!
Fuck me royal!
Just set up 3 dimes
in a row!
published in For the Love of Death, the early years, 2nd ed., S.I.N., 1993.
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