Rural, red monstrosity

roaring its bottomless

bottom across overrated

provinces and faces like

busted water pipes.  Featured

gambits:  conference

of ailments; hiring

evangelicals as

breakfast clowns; keeping the tome

fires burning.  Seven

crooked fingers.  Torn between

scales.  Bending clocks in a

bunker ellipse.   



Joel Chace






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