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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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When I was older - I was a giant
I would rise in the west like a siren
shake the candy from my broken heart
and attack sleepy miniature villages
eating office buildings like stacks of waffles
dousing them with crude oil syrup
tearing open water towers to slake my thirst
squeezing city buses like tubes of cookie dough
My reign of terror lasted
until there was nothing left to smash
and then it was nap time
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