Heaven #5

Mycenean death masks unearthed in Jersey. Scrambled eggs.

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This morning shimmers with such an aroma of    
volatile organic compounds & bird's nest soup.

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One feels faint like Alice surrounded by a quorum of dodos.

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A croquet game interrupted by sonic booms. The seventh inning stretch.

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An actual quill pen that once rested in Saintsbury's palm.
Aneurysms.

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A gas range, & Djuna Barnes singing All the Things You Are.

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Here's a Rudy Vallee record in a soaked raincoat its life's tragic

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The bus hasn't come

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We're not monomaniacs says Max, she likes country music far too much

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Sometimes she wishes for wallpaper & a train rushing into oblivion somewhere across the Nevada's white skin then

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Tons of crows thrashed the air black & blue

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Santa's Land USA seen from an El Dorado

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A diner in the shape of a rainbow trout swallowing the wet fly, into which a herd of holsteins is transported rosily melting

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Stars & more stars stars with weird monikers for instance egg foo yong or pink flamingo or Mildred

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Praying mantis

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    It could be anybody it could be you




Jack Hayes
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