Tuesday, February 18, 2014

SYNTAX ERROR

Pedal to 
the 
metal—through another giant rainbow

motor oil-
streaked sludge 
puddle
on the thawing pavement

soaking the black and ambulating 
furtive outline 
of a figure

who's—actually
not at all
phased—at the time

but subsequently 
feels rather
nonplussed—as such;

but mainly 
because he can't remember 

just 
the perfect 
meticulous order—the way
in which 
he sorely wanted

to explain 
the whole sordid 
situation later!

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