STACCATO
Once we broke the bank at Villeneuve, we
kept on running for our lives; fork-handles
and tophats chasing us everywhere. As if
some cartoon villain, our sweat beads
turned to bullets and whizzed past our
heads. Our dogs turned to dragons, shooting
flames back at us. Nothing was steady and,
instead, everything wavered like flames
in the heat. I wouldn't wish this on anyone
else but me. The fact of the matter is,
if I knew how to extricate myself from
all this soily matter, I would. As it is,
I'll stay in place - if I can - and simply
relate these crazy tales to all of you.
Once we broke the bank at Villeneuve, we
kept on running for our lives; fork-handles
and tophats chasing us everywhere. As if
some cartoon villain, our sweat beads
turned to bullets and whizzed past our
heads. Our dogs turned to dragons, shooting
flames back at us. Nothing was steady and,
instead, everything wavered like flames
in the heat. I wouldn't wish this on anyone
else but me. The fact of the matter is,
if I knew how to extricate myself from
all this soily matter, I would. As it is,
I'll stay in place - if I can - and simply
relate these crazy tales to all of you.
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