day o’ coppage

andy made me steal

he was older and shooting

scabbed and crazy

greasy hair and a temper

at twelve

i climbed in the windows

andy zeroed on the cache

always money diamonds drugs and

bad bad pictures

andy had the nose

i had the fear

but later we’d get drunk

under the freeway

and throw bottles at the


andy made me skip school

said they’d just beat

it all out of me sooner

than later

i liked blue oyster cult

but andy called ‘em fag rock

not like soft white underbelly

and cuffed me for my troubles

life was good until

the night i fell out of the car

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