Thursday, March 27, 2014

AMALGAM

Kate—I'm afraid
you 
and I 

start to run together 

whenever I see us
walking mid-

western
Great Lakeside—

light clothes 
on blue 
breezes, white 

laughter 
crossing
tall ships—it all

just pretty
much swirls

and gets rather 
indecorously 
jumbled together—such that

there—along my warped 
mind's
fantastic old boardwalk

toddle the bobbing four
legs
of a two-
headed rumpled-
but-
lovable monster—

its several 
rows 
of jabbering 
jaws lightly flapping 
and sinewy 
arms tied
up so tightly
together 
and—occasionally a few

surreal lulls—whenever 

a long garish
twin- 
tongue 

comes un-
apologetically lolling

out 
to skim 
the tip-tops 

of two—freakishllarge individual 
triple

chocolate chip waffle cones.

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