metamorphhh (aka jim crawford)
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Binge, Then Purge
Up one aisle and down the other,
sampling each product with a lickpenny's economy.
It doesn't grow on trees, you know.
Or so they tell me.
I've a hankering for dialectic,
though I always avoid the regional colloquies
(they give me gas) .
That reminds me!
I really should head over to the frozen causeries section
and pick up some tete-a-tetes
before my coupons expire.
On the way, I pass the day-old fabler's rack,
thoroughly picked over, I lament.
All's left are a few old loaves of fuzzy reminiscences,
already sporting muzzy little pulpits of ...
In the silent rustling of the evergrass,
the piquant shadows of old dogs run
under the dirt, searching for the boy
who whistled once, then stopped to
leave them to devices imprinted in the
peak behind guileless, puzzled eyes.