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tad bit of the ol' rah-rah before breakfast

Creature of leisure.
Off the clock, jockeying the band
to play another round of the rag
dipped in ether. A breather.
Gravity bong hits of deemsters.

Easter Sunday in Kadesh.
Midwife to the hyphenated I-beam,
nurse to the new hygiene. Don't curse the clerk
but fuck his whole file bin. The green mile ends
in the rust of most western road, help us belt out
the chorus to the importance of bad timing,
let's get the show on. Erode.

Mosey along the edges of the border town
kicking illegible pebbles, until the stones intone crystals,
becoming edible on ledgers. Measured in false profits.
Remain calm in the face of obnoxious astonishment.
The only problem with this is :  As the stars are wiped
from the eyes, and the grin of the lining from the cheek
of the skull of the world is shining, options and infinity
hog the stage, being proud of their accomplishments.
Written by lightbaron
Published | Edited 13th Jul 2013
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