Saturday, July 8, 2017


So how do you wipe the alley with
your concern, having just way too 
many things to do? I tried the carnival
out on Route 9. It was just a glimmerglass
of fools  -  rides and lights and cotton candy 
with loathsome kids attached. The fireworks 
took it way past the top. And not worth a damn.
And all in demand. The sounds of fornication
shuddered across the rear of the tents, by the
freak show where the green monkey lived 
shining shoes. The way I figure, some girls
just get way too loud, and if that carnival
monkey could talk, well oh boy.

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