OVERTIME BLUES
That barricade is to my doorway, which is
closed. All very simple, communication is
cut : I've weathered the mob and cleaned up
the mess. The charwoman's crystal car has
returned to its state - some say pumpkin,
but I don't know. There's no magic to the
magic going that goes on around here.
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All the flying things are grounded, and the
circus tents are down. Any manifestation of
ribald play and frantic glory has long ago been
removed. The Turkish parlor is still filled with
people, as if they'd not heard the news.
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