9310. SHOOT-PENCE

SHOOT-PENCE

It's money silly, not the guy.

The new flowers have been

planted along the tourist

promenade, so now they can

come from wherever they wish 

to see their man there. Oh, so

nothing like Indiana like this?

The one time I was in Ohio I 

wanted to just drive right 

through to bring me to there,

where they water their pillows,

I hear, with their tears.

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I should have been famous by

now, at least I always figured  -  

it's like when you see the future

you're imagining, it's somehow 

always from the past. And then 

what good is all that to you? I

don't know how that stuff happens,

bit I've always felt cheated, see.

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Here's an entire new language I've 

created, and ways of seeing and 

saying to  -  but what do I get? Some

slow-jealous words from a half-wit

shrew or a master at doing what editors

claim to do : take down your project

and burn, guard-dog; burn it.

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The last parade that went through this 

town  -  last May, I think it was  -  was

on fire; everyone's tails were burning

and even the firetrucks within the

parade were all lit and couldn't do

anything then about it. I love fires

like that, and parades too. All those

fat and flabbergasted people, gaping

and wondering at what they should

do. Run home with the May Queen,

if you want to know; run home with

the May Queen is the way to go. I'm

an old man, but I still fall in love  
each day; well, if I'm not old yet,
 I'm well on my way.