STORYBOOK LANDING
Some soul-fated webfoot storyman was telling his tale
while the tables turned and the outside sky darkened.
I knew I didn't want to hear, but probably would. The
cardinal crowd sought sensation, and he was already
all tuned up. 'Permit me voyages, love, into your hands.'
I knew that maybe as a little Hart Crane, but this guy's
routine was to make jokes of everything, and this soon
became his jerk-off joke of the night. Big funny.
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My genealogy rotates mostly around destruction. Vlad
the Impaler, I just found out, was my great-grandaddy's
offshoot of a brother; time-traveler as well. 'Do you know
where you're headed? Can you stake me a dime?' were the
big jokes in my family. I'm still laughing - and a head
on a spike, of course, should always line the roadside.
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From here to Florida, Route One would really look
grand with spikeheaded mileage markers all along the
way. Or do you not think so? Please be careful -
and do not disagree. The repercussions are bad.
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