January 2006 /Volume Seven / Issue One
Jeff Crouch
Lieutenant Colonel Slade, Automatic Man

Kurt Cobain to Nirvana.
In full dress uniform—
Too much like my weapon—
Wounded head.

“John Daniels,” Jack—“that’s a joke. “
Marat/Sade—the sauna,
Cato the Younger with slit wrists—
Napoleon—twice

Imperial mission, the Roman notion—
“No damn good,” Turnus—“No damn good.”
Malveure, conspiracist.
“I feel stupid and contagious.”~1

Tennessee Sipping Whiskey for Emperor Augustus—
As Lord Acton is to have said,
The hand grenade of your own destruction,
Son—snap to it.


~1
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