8527. HEY SURE THEN IT IS, A CRAZY WORLD

HEY SURE THEN IT IS, 

A CRAZY WORLD

I deem it inadmissible this

evidence of living : sky high

the cabinet guy, and I am

pulling over for something

to eat. Right here. In the far

distant middle of nowhere.

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I think this is a Carolina,

maybe North, but I can't say.

It's been so boring, all this

pumping gas in out of the

way places. Dreary. Dileary.

(I just made that up, having

something to do with 'delirious'

but cuter). Here's a pizza window.

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The girl behind the counter

looks like bad 1980's New York;

and they claim to be 'Brooklyn

Pizza.' In the freaking middle

of nowhere no less, a side-road

to a side-road to the entry to

the interstate. She's preoccupied

with herself, it seems, and chewing

nice gum. Sounds like a bathroom

stall, this 'pre-occupied' stuff.

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(I sit outside, in the bright sunlight

and some January southern light.

Have a go, have a go, have a go.

I'm sure it's to be all right)

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Now, now, my dog is a lumbering

parasol, and the person I'm with

only digs rain. There's nothing to

win, and nothing to lose, since

most days here are the same.