run while you can

Suspended.

Baldy in Porter Butt's Gallery. Wisconsin Union. Summer 2010.

Strike me anywhere; make me your match.

If a fist fist is in order, I’ve got gloves.

No need to tip-toe around what is apparent.

Instant stalemate, my friend, shuffle again.

And comb the cobwebs out of your hair.

Thin on top, thinking it will all grow back.

Baby boy, you need to stop going there.

You’re finer than my favorite wine.

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