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| The Whimpering Snowman |
| by J.D. Nelson |
| A red hawk
w/ an iron beak & stainless razor talons folded his twice-read paper & lit a smoke. He thought old-man-waiting-for-a-train thoughts involving socks, scotch, & coffee -- maybe pork chops -- brown slacks. A Snickers costs 69 cents? No more vodka shots in the bathroom stall. I'll have a seltzer, instead. [jazz excess] Paper walls & giant fists, a capable ape in a union suit w/ see-thru knees -- I'm underwater, holding on to my greedy lungful, fumbling for my special camera -- my brain camera takes great underwater shots -- can we flood the basement again? Cold taco lettuce & maybe a potato wedge if you're good. I had to eat glue! Look closely at the Angry Bees -- their little eyes are red. They've been smoking pollen w/ the Hippies of the Rocks. [port wine, pork chops] Tired of running water? Dial this number. Abominable sun man -- w/ your bleached eyes & cracked skin -- where is Moon Sister to soothe you w/ soft songs of twilight? She's hiding tonight, crying for nothing. [blue beads & ribbons] I can almost see her. & then comets come shooting & spewing space sugar pop rocks & potato salad gases -- my coffee's growing cold in an old cup thrown by a blind man. Leave your magnetic animals at home. We know who tipped the tombstones. Chief Looking Glass makes amazing green chili. [moth divers w/ no plan] Stare at the ceiling. You nosy little - - - I'm buying Cokes later. [sprinkle me gently] Watch those claws & we'll be cool. I don't know about black bread. I showed up to work w/ my head in a bucket. Luckily, no one's said anything. Waffles, cereal or brains? Anything? [wise guy haircut] The tape recorder exploded & it's smoking. [squeeze me tight, red-headed girl] Black candles on the table, the new you in your detective suit! Don't waste your string on this kite -- birds will attack it. |
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| Jan. 2007 |
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