Some things to sum up summer, somewhere.
Languish is not anguish of language, but should be. Shouldn't it?
None of it meant anything, except all of it, do you see?
One frightened mumblus of squirrels; the patchwork fields outside of town; the backs of barns, where most people never spot the rot. I drank oil, sang songs of worship, prayed to each of my false gods and all of my true ones for respite.
I darned socks, swam upriver, stole bikes. That's my confession.
None of it meant anything, except all of it, do you see?
One frightened mumblus of squirrels; the patchwork fields outside of town; the backs of barns, where most people never spot the rot. I drank oil, sang songs of worship, prayed to each of my false gods and all of my true ones for respite.
I darned socks, swam upriver, stole bikes. That's my confession.
posted by L M at 10:39 AM
5 Comments:
Clesnur A. Serve writes:
I want my bikes back.
My bikes now.
Sgt. Tom Cump, Midwest Patrol writes: Section 273.9 of the Midwest Book of Laws and Such writes: Article 7, paragraph 2.3
states that a person, place or thing which, knowingly, doth remove another's property, viz. "bikes" and things like that, has to report, along with a toothbrush and shaving supplies, to the nearest Midwest Patrol office for long years of slavish obligation -- unless they give me back my bikes. It says that.
Sgt. Cump, your little patrol scam was exposed by Wolf News as a bikeknapping enterprise that disassembles bikes and ships them back to factories to be made back into smaller bikes. I saw it on the lightup box.
Major Sergeant Timothy Toesingdale, District Supervisor of Scoffing, Midweat Patrol, writes: Oh we have you now, sir or madam, as the case might be. Our lads in the looking-for-things group, is, even now, milling about, somewhere, near to your domeciliary location or intersectionn, awaiting the fine tuning of our computer programming from the General-Locations-Group (GLG) of our diligent boyos. On my count, these -- make no mistake about it--
big, strapping fellows, will appear at your door or intersection and retrieve the goods, as reported, and with little or no provocation, determined by the likelihood of reporting by passersby (if in an outdoor setting),also deliver a severe "dusting-up" prior to your apprehension and incarceration. We also know, don't we, that a trial is only a formality in this circumstance -- you admitted guilt, after all. Do yourself a favor and return my bikes.
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