I DID MY SHINING OUTSIDE
THE SUNLIGHT
Gorgeous years, they went by in a blink. I saw so
much of nothing I was dulled. My senses wanted a
roller coaster, the Cyclone at Coney Island; instead
I got one of those water-cars for little kids they used
to treat with at Asbury Park : flat surface, placid sheen.
What good was any of it anyway : fifteen years for this,
another ten for that. A ice-cream custard cone smashed
into your face, flat. Take this, you stupid rat.
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Summation : the jury went home early. They too
were bored and tired. I rambled on a bit, and
them I also gave up. Singularity. Eccentricity.
Me.
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