portion of the artwork for Jari Thymian's poetry

Our Dude Who Art
Jari Thymian

Our Dude who art abiding,
Lebowski be thy name.
Thy tenth frame come
on league night lanes
soaring toward our strikes.
Let us see spares for what they are—
a second chance to raise the score.
Give us this day
our daily White Russians
and forgive those who
fucking pee on our rugs.
For thine is the Kahlua,
the vodka, and the cream.

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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 31 | Winter 2011