me and old man reiser
on the hilltop
a pair of cards if I ever saw!
we traded scalpels
and admired the failing light
o'er the burning mortuary
it grew late
and we packed up our things
and sashayed down the freeway
later that year
i found out he died in a boating accident
and i wept whale tears
we scattered his ashes
against the backdrop of the frozen north
and never spoke of it again
it's all true
i got cut open
it actually happened
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