|January 2006 /Volume Seven / Issue One|
|Lieutenant Colonel Slade, Automatic Man
Kurt Cobain to Nirvana.
In full dress uniform—
Too much like my weapon—
“John Daniels,” Jack—“that’s a joke. “
Cato the Younger with slit wrists—
Imperial mission, the Roman notion—
“No damn good,” Turnus—“No damn good.”
“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.
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