After a brief nap early in the am I woke to discover the broadcast had crashed. I revved it up again, and starting clacking away again.
Four Flags in Tatters (summer pastiche)
Perpendicular water wings help disembowel
the Hays code: with sex deleted entirely
America will feed their children to hellmouths
on the Fourth of July.
Not bad considering how many
mothers ingest gerbils over OJ garnished
ruminations about devouring young
blood over granola.
Steve Martin never talked to a pink panther.
Made me muted for a second.
My spirits were lifted: split my tab:
Baltimore channelling
Clouseau & Cousteau & Barnes
& Noble.
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