Thursday, February 18, 2016


They wear them in Heaven now, and
the country takes great strides :  from the
different sorts of men in the know, from
those walking with cholera, the sandbox
people and the movers too.
On 3rd street, they are gathering the
ammunition, where the motorcycles are,
where the girls hang out. One by one, things
are drying. My parcel is too much for the
sender, yet the receiver does gladly accept.
Perhaps this sounds too much like a coded
message to someone dark and evil. But,
really, you've got to stop thinking that way.

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