Sunday, September 22, 2013

4632. THAT WAS IT

THAT WAS IT
They move the moveable feast until it no longer
can be found. The freeway dumps its load into the
harbor. On the off-ramp of mental dehydration,
two hundred people are already lined up - brain-dead
and thirsty, they take trailers on a 50/50 raffle. Why
is there any wonder, we wonder, at all? Some filthy
scad is playing old Oasis in a refreshment tent.

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