Meh
Not half faulty for a coin toss.
My beloved wasn't there (a plus)
I made a young stranger laugh
off cuff.
Meanwhile, Miles Above the Freeway....
Not so much a church bell
but the sprouting of angel
wings, angle tails, combustive
trains. A civilian lollygags into
the middle lane, traffic
clots around him. Bodies
bubble red and a cat fiddles
'top a hot tuna roof.
Leagues above, a luminarie
observes and tuts: "Cripes!
There's no point saving
a single soul now
begotten sons are dime a dozen!"
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