Monday, July 29, 2013

4547. EXTEMPORANEOUS

EXTEMPORANEOUS
Where were you when? I'm talking nonsense.
The car was parked in the spot allotted, two of
the doors unlatched. A fellow from Pennsylvania
strolled by with his dog on a leash  -  he talked to
himself as much as to me. But I am so tired of
so many things. The doll-faced spin-off played
cards on the felt-topped table. Her earrings were
large, and some lipstick had smudged. Like an
Atlantic City nightmare, the whole scene seemed
wrong  -  the ocean was washing in the window,
the  old sailor with the pipe was gagging on his
own lack of breath and fresh air. A seagull squawked.

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