Thursday, March 17, 2011

2095. RADIO WAVES

RADIO WAVES
There's a riot in time going on in my mind,
with no ways to placate the things that I see :
the last bastion of the type that grows. Large
letter A, small letter b; things I just don't know.
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I went to the doctor and he took a look at me.
'It's wise to be unsure.' He wrote that down
on my chart as well. No more than that would
he ever tell. He gave me a prescription for a
swollen lumber yard. That, and two
guys driving a bright green truck.
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I went home early, but got there late.
Thinking about all that, like statements
of relativity, or something equally harsh,
I took my chances at the Pink Flamingo.
I won the entire chart.

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