Bedbars and a whole tub full of Kentucky swill. I want this to hurt so much you'll never want to read again, Missy. She looked at me like I was crazy, like I had come from Paducah with a gun in my shirt and a camera up my sleeve. Listen here, I ain't no jack-rabbit! I'm a trooper
and with those words left the hotel, took a cab to the aerospace museum. I was feeling a little woozy from one too many smokeless cigarettes.
joined the bandwagon, then. all the circuitous paths had erupted like flames or men and the fix was in. they stole the gold and hid it in the pyramids.
that's what happens anyway when the mind wanders
you say you want a sandwich? well, how's about a
leaflet about a sonnet about a television show
about somebody's diamond problem
showering like leafy lopsided dublooms
cowering in a corner of melonhusk misery
the intentional cow eyes
like silence ignored.
(Just another sandwich movie.)
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