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Showing posts from February, 2012

One Take

Leap year into forgotten wonder bra commercial  where a young lass’s hair ain’t all that bounces  like a quarter  off a sticky bar or the driving rain off the hood of a car port  in a quaint New England town overlooking Long Island Sound  and the spawn of a million oysters to end up as empty shells on tables amid fables  of barroom romances from a century ago and actors like Grant and Gable  who were able to say more with a wink than a good long Plato think  on the underprivileged and lack of clean drinking water  or vapor in the form of Vader and the force that pulls us all in some precarious direction  or perhaps to the top of the masthead in a magazine  or a vessel of blood drop oozing from the corner of a wolf’s mouth  somewhere in the deep south of Jack London’s mind  behind the steaming carcass of progress and inevitable debt and dirty diapers  that the earth brings to the unsuspecting moms who accept the challenge  in return for fading beauty and eternal memory of all to be