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      ------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.

      ----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.

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          • June 23, 2012 12:24 am
            Splash Nodding deep into the night listening to an old delight a mute black bird sings in my chest Don’t worry Its just an old Rod Stewart song not some mystical horseshit Sweet Jesus, all this candy breathes alot better when I live underwater.

            Splash

            Nodding deep into the night

            listening to an old delight

            a mute black bird

            sings in my chest

            Don’t worry

            Its just an old Rod Stewart song

            not some mystical horseshit

            Sweet Jesus, all this candy

            breathes alot better

            when I live underwater.

            30 notes Filed under:  gpoy, poetry, prose,.
            1. said: Stop being so cute and talented. ps. I’m drunk.
            2. said: The manliest mustache.
            3. said: nice shirt
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