Thursday, November 15, 2007

Still Incubating

Mandalay runaway - charging down the avenue. Still wet from birth
on this dirty Earth, now aged years twenty-two.
Abner Doubleday, Cock-a-doodle-do. I'm tired and trite.
Condom condemnation. Dramatized drill sergeant shells phonic fiction.
Officer, officer, clown bones and snow.
Remembereverever twenty-two. Jameson too easy in the sky.
Rocking chair rebel, damnation damn nation. Go on gracias, almost home.
She sells sea shells by the sea shore. It's a harder life style, no one
buys during the war.

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