11,607. I DIDN'T COME FOR TRINIDAD

I DIDN'T COME 

FOR TRINIDAD

Oh tired so tired of this old

declension, I want to be in

Ohio once again. In the 1950's

dewey-edged motel roundabout

at the beginning of the Autumn

days : leaves falling at Antioch

once more. A languid druize of

pizza smell, and a torrid attack

on an old, bookish town. There's

nowhere to go but out of it; The

dairy place beats you on the way

back in. I thought I was the young

guy, but I was the old. When I

got there so many things had

changed. Now I speak, steadily,

for this Chief Winkapenapoosh

guy. He's very revered, and I

get to say what I wish and say

he said it. The pudenda left the

deviance on Tuesday last, while

the remainders of the tribe then

brought the grinders back and

the townsfolk laughed at all they

saw. 'Maronagush paytonda ner

demiate ruscava.' I needed that

etched in stone, and the stonemason

said he would do so gladly.