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Verses Upset by Sampling
Lemonade for a New Age

Before nights are called theres held,
One last exhibition
Its sponsor my partner
Of bronze screw and stuffed nose
Razed from dark oak trundle
And set to the floor
The buckshot assembly of Tiz in the world.
Could each stand a lift and spent explanation

Tizzies got carnival glasses,
Their lens served by thin paper discs,
Which, whatever side leveled,
Boast quizzical navels.
Offered in compensatory agreement
Over her dead eye

She considers these a fine treasure.
And say so much dont you think?

A wan leaf 45, revolving
With the round robin fte
Of a dick nixon campaign row

Is anchored with quarters
To a re-released Crosley,
Its radio dial,
An iridescent cousin to
The chamber coal

Thru this pressing,
Shes proud to say,
Noveltys stronger than politics.

Set to the rich Nor Easter corner,
Unfolded only to hangdog creases,
Is a chart of Riding Horse Types.
It subjects are rendered in
Paralytic fits of noble action
Drafted with chromatic anemia
And a confectioners grace

It is ham art and shows it
Corners wasted from furious application
And bearing the null clutter support,
Of countless adhesives.

Bundles of flatware lashed
With paint-pen graffiti
Pepper a rye glare in the mess
Lifted from the catalog of
Every remarkable Northwestern eatery
Which could manage a stray seat
For one Tiz asking only hydration

A faultless glass of water;
Wedge of lemon.
Shunt ice compromising
Clarity for shape

All a grained plastic, dampening mask
For she, selfless champion of
The Cutlery Ranks,
Their more fortunate,
Slid under blouse for later appraisal,
And labeled:
So-such-and-such Diner, today

Branded. Bundled. Trundled.

Here with me in this,
Gypsy tenement will lie,
The sly archivist of the universe.