Saturday, September 24, 2011

Baby Farida and Ricardo Sassafrassas were at it again.

The accumulation of so-called random happenings was becoming uncanny. "Ridiculous," Sassafrassas exhaled with the smoke from yet another Gauloises. Baby was having none of it.
"Overcast just means the sky can't decide. Can it."
& why would it? Let's be candid. Honestly
     like truth
          is relative.
               Relational. Not rational. Riddled with writhing ridicule. Just then, insectoid buzz of helicopter blades shuddering,
hacking at the air 
in circles somewhere 
out of sight, but still
just overhead.

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