| Thunder Sandwich #17
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 dweeb by jeff filipski |
the period of time between sunrise and sunset the suburb of Downer i reside in a two bedroom flat plus computer with no mystic pretensions Dickson Tradesman's Club: red and orange carpet that no one else would use grows back after being damaged from a warehouse on rolls like toilet paper five hundred poker machines the Las Vegas of the Australian Capital Territory Melbourne Bitter on tap; easy to say and after so many they all taste the same you find your last meal back in your mouth sometimes as a taste sometimes with peas, carrots, and corn retire to the boys' room as a means of artistic expression i write my name in really big letters the houses finally open their eyes i close mine nearly made it to the bed dream in chunks unawares of the articulate fox what we need another war so start handing out shovels to dig plates of continental trenches networks bring back our common unity and or function your most blatant honesty your weapons of mass destruction for the mass another war to clear the universe make it sneeze with each exhale a warm renewal for breath bomb the fuckers down six billion all with their own fancy universe too many alternatives in what should be their simple one reality a sneeze and blow the man down wracked by fictional coughs |
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| ISSN: 1534-4037 |
Edited by Jim Chandler & Haze McElhenny
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