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Orifice in Iceland


There was a bug in the bean and ham soup on a hot autumn night

The restaurant was doldrums with Haitian spice

A man was talking to himself at a table in the corner

Jamming his fingers into invisible holes

They called him Orifice James because he was a sexual predator and crazy

What else is new on the moon?

The moon wasn’t very colorful

Just a lot of somber grays and whitish ash and the silver glints coming from the monoliths

Holidays in Eden plays on the hi-fi in some Chicagoland apartment

Brick-ish, square, solid windows, plants on glass tables

It’s wild to be able to fly

Over the ramshackle forest leaning to the left

A rainbow-coated waterfall falls in Iceland

Ruby tears from a swordfight run down a porcelain doll face

A railroad crossing in blue fog

A portal to a new, sustainable life

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