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The kid cooked the KISS t-shirt and stirred
vigorously.
The wine was yellow in the moonlight and 40 glasses stood sentry
on the table.
The sound of supper flowed from the kitchen
Sparrows sang
the blues outside the window
Concrete blocks formed a foundation for
emptiness.
What was the kid doing there?
He didn't own a car after
all
And the clouds wouldn't gather till sunset.
It was too hot to sit in
the bathtub.
I guess we all have our idiosyncrasies.
Some are more
useful than others;
Mine I don't know about.
But when the moon shines
bright at noon
And the crickets skreek for joy
I just may boil a pizza
the way the sane ones do.
