THROWING STONES
Just barely; these are more like
boulders. Were I ever to hit
something, the main line would
break. As it is, what looks like
disorder is merely chaos from
having been hit before.
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My memory-bank is a festive
heap. Wants to be marking time
with gondoliers and magicians
too. No forthcoming dream doctor
ever worked this hard.
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Bib-overalls mark the man who
says he's the 'janitor.' Wherever
he dug that word up from, no
one says that anymore Johnny
McCabe.
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That's what the stitching on his
EPW shirt says. Edison Public
Works, I guess, from the look
of the truck. Pushing a broom,
wearing a lamplight that hangs
from his belt.
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