GRAND MAL
I'm walking the riverbank again - sinkholes and
snakes, all that I see. Across the way - two kids in
a local canoe, a fat guy in his belly-boat pushing off
from his backyard, and, on the other shore some
guy taking photos of a girl; the kind in artclass
assignments. Everyone's a star in those -
15 minutes of fame forever. I slant the
right demeanor to check my bottle
and see what's left.
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Here, the Delaware is a slackening host and
I could find Philadelphia, I'd guess, if I floated
a half-day. Over there, Washington's Crossing
to New Hope, all that crap from the Lambertville
Side. I've been to Frenchtown and to Lumberton
too. Such a big deal I don't know what to do.
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I'll have a coffee to tone down this slug. Can't
be drunk on a river of blood. I'm walking this
riverbank again thanks to you.
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