June 8, 2015
While I am writing this story this fake city all around me
with its signs and wonders…the stomping grounds of all the crossovers. It is much like a monopoly board the way it
goes around each block, and the sights and sounds of little casinos, and play “beaches”
“Palagio” meaning palace and I assimilate that to Boardwalk. That’s Grand Avenue. It is summer time and the hoots and hollers
of the Dairy Queens and the Burger Kings are so amuck tonight I can feel the
exclusion of me here in this haunted house.
Watch them knock over in hand signals and true identity nods…and the
freshmen reek of Strawberry Fields Forever from the Boones’ Farm they are the
realtors for the First Interstate building’s Stud Aunt Low Ann for give Nehus
program. Well, its nothing but a Monday
night a buzzin around here and the diesel trucks just remind me I once knew my
soul.
In memories gone I was Eve and he was Adam and we grew a
garden. The garden was somewhere Passed
Go…real little. We jumped the tracks on
Montana Ave, somehow landed at Chef. I
mean Cook, but I call it Chef for security purposes. There was always these competitive dreams
from my team mate and sock her play her.
Like one day sweet stuff, I will not go directly to YCDF or the
courthouse, you will see you on Broadway in your nice dress and whistle real
loud. And say yeah that’s my girl…she
looks like Connecticut and brings the rain like Maine…she knows how to City
Brew coffee instead of jive Off the Leaf.
She is no Kentucky in Red, but very beautiful in green…she drives the
Rolls Dice and I am the dog…the terrier, yup yup. Doghouse for sure.
The Rimrocks is the park place, you know where people go to
neck out. Back to the flipping
signs. Its been going on since the
beginning of time these signs between males and feemales. You want to play to pray and you got to pay
the price. Oh I will know my right sign and my left when the moment comes, and
I won’t be awkard or touch my nose…because that is a dead give away! You want to roll the dice and land on what? A shack.
A fukn shack?
Alright night night!
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