Late-ish

The girl in the green ski chasuble

hasn’t yet graduated from radio school.

Let’s pay attention.

Looking ahead, why, he waved his mouth along.

Doesn’t life get difficult in the summer?

The divine medicine for it collapsed

in front of the shortstop,

who took off like a battalion.

Crowds of older people who would read this

happily, willingly, then walking into night’s embrace,

then kiss. “To turn you out, to turn you out!”

Sometimes an arm is accused:

You could have felt it, the blue shirts,

phlegm central, four times a night.

But what does that get me?

Light refreshments.

When the suburban demonstration kind of shrunk

you put your foot out,

leave it or kiss it

or even two years ago,

Charmaine here tells us.

I think I should stay ...    

Cross-eyed sonofabitch ...    

He liked him, he could tell. A de-happening.

The gangster no longer wanted to sleep with him,

but what the heck. With time off

for actual fuzz collected ... All right, boys.

Cheap murders, peach driven ... I seen enough of those

samples along the way.