and two three four time to walk in a line with your head in the air i can't tell you one thing from the other but if you want to dance with me tonight under red skies and blue moons with green cats chiming out tsaichovsky in clark park july 21 i'd happily oblige. until then we'll have to settle for three quarter racked collared greens and corned beef on rye with mustard (deli) on chalkboard answers with phototronic display and neon wallpaper from 1964 and the lady down the street with the beaver skin hat cant answer the door unless you knock three times and do the lindy hop for at least 43 seconds and a half oyster on the half shell is a fine cure for herpes but what if i've only got 15 cents and a broken button? i'll tape your schedule to the refrigerator in the morning with a ham sandwich on wheat but if you want lettuce you'll have to go to the baker before mass. this time i mean it when i tell you that i have no more sauce to put on your ketchup you'll just have to warm up the deep fryer like your brother. you know when i was your age we paid rent 5 times a day and if the landlord didn't like our boutique he'd just take our dog for a walk all over town while we were left to play baseball with the train conductor and a bat with no grip tape. open wounds/dreams/fishtanks spread out over the plains in a spaghetti western that only she can see because its playing 8x10 on her eyelids (thrice daily) and i hear the previews for pirates 14 are spectacular.
why oh why bobby- is this your lot? so many mulatto mouths to feed that you have to wear blue and appear at the garden state expo center signing autographs and fudgecicles for 13 cents an hour? how will you ever get your saxophone duet ready in time for the debutante ball?
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