CAPSTANS AND
HAPPENSTANCE
Whatever happens happens, and it's
all the same. If you marry my sundered
heart it will still be connected to nothing,
for I have vanished before the flood.
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The man named John is bringing us
drinks. Out behind me, from where I
sit, the calm bay eludes real meaning.
It just stretches out until I can see the
Narrows Bridge and all the crud the
skyline is. Bring me another picture,
of anything at all.
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Ha! I bet you thought I said pitcher,
as in beer. But, no, picture more
endears. I see you clicking me with
your phone. I probably look freakish
to you, kid. But really, I'm just the
outlandish bum of your dreams.
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