The Shrimp Festival Can Sound Poem by chris bowen

balloons fly above the crowd.centre street, downtown.the effect is to let kids stretch their legs.the family is brandishing two new feet.wendy's to eat to save the money of buying shrimp downtown.class is livid but its around.the found is heart, go do a tart.we wont settle for better this year.lets make it clear, they're should be beer on the sreets at night, and they're should be wet t-shirt fights.thats the light, from the street pole, everybody dinners, then rolls.