Poetry

Refined Writing

Well I’ll be damned. Everything is dandy, the day is so fine. The leaves ruffle like electronic truffles. The houses line the streets like temples of grief. Beautiful white teeth and white Nigh Keys. Oh and the sky? It’s so blue it can’t be true. The pools for the kiddies filled with dirt water. The kids tho, they watch the pull from inside. Nah that’s not a metaphor, said Antonio the Philosopher. He was speaking to Anetta the Art Major. They are dating now. And also the sound of an ambulance make people cringe like awkward behavior carried out in earnest. Oh man, and the grand plans they lay on a table of marble, it’s all cracked tho. A crack hoe and a crack guy make a crack baby. Oh and also the world is shady but not kuz no tree. Oh man, and did I tell you God bowed his head down to Earth so he could smell you. Man oh man. There is something about this day. The heat make people wear certain clothes. No one wearing sweaters, is what Middleton observed.

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