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Thunder Sandwich #23 |
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Joan Payne Kincaid |
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FRED At the funeral they knelt before priestly laundry then bagels for the twins running to the pool glazed doughnuts on Jell-O onward hello- reward soup & salad wake of deleted keyboard candled ash amazing grace shaking tremolo of hand the last smoke-ring. Down At Wall's Wharf songs and sangria again they fly bird sign signals and gulls your granite sins multiply seductive yet impossible now paint totally clear and jumps out hovering physical dna evidence adding gongs of lichen getting out leaf lists of broken rambling... Spalding Grey was like him balding at the ears badgering elephants voice nasal geography random ice cube gin circumstantial on the radio he arrives stuck on the big escape staring out the barroom window off the bridge |