View From My Window
After the Pie Eating Contest
afraid of roses
the roses always live in
mourning of the mistaken ghost
shadows flock upon great
roller coasters as I walk the County
Fair after winning the pie eating
contest
my stomach heaves
I need Pepto Bismol
but is there a store open at this hour?
4am and the clock is ticking horizontally.
I've never been this
far from home; it is
raining the rain falls slanted on the
hood of the car.
I have come
home to Africa.
the roses always live in
mourning of the mistaken ghost
shadows flock upon great
roller coasters as I walk the County
Fair after winning the pie eating
contest
my stomach heaves
I need Pepto Bismol
but is there a store open at this hour?
4am and the clock is ticking horizontally.
I've never been this
far from home; it is
raining the rain falls slanted on the
hood of the car.
I have come
home to Africa.
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After the Pie Eating Contest
After the Pie Eating Contest
