Friday, August 2, 2013

4554. NOT MYSTERY

NOT MYSTERY
And no, there never was. The husky
at the corner was barking  -  yes, some
one or another adoption-day quest. The
ladies who were lunching nearby made
comment : 'so lovely to see, so much to
behold. But I wouldn't want to clean it.'
And the waiter brought a tray  -  like those
guys in Procul Harem say. I heard that
 song on a jukebox once  -  a bar-room in
a dusty old hotel, but lively and filled with
sharks. I had some Shirley at my shoulder,
testing me out. 'Skip a live fandango? I'll
do anything you want  -  shit, honey, I can
make you come by thinking.'  Yeah, well,
anyway; the waiter brought a tray.

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