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SUNNYSIDE UP

My fine hand rubs across the knobs on the orange furniture Each few nubs was like a little prayer bead worrying into the sky in search of shape Laffs oiled all the woods when a dream in ocher walked in the crazy trapdoor at the back of my brain The bronze muted the harsh thoughts in the triplex where one traveled by light from level to level

I was listening to the brown in my favorite elevator

A bois de rose commingled with a mist of vert bouteille that was jewish in texture mediterranean in outlook and middle american both before and after reason above rinsing like a cross between a print dress and a snowsuit

Sit Eat Have some grapes My toes grazing cement and aqua from the decline of the chaise longue (adjust to desired height)

The music was so wonderful I could feel it gritting my teeth rising through my fingers to the back of my hand into wrist and OUCH (shit!) banged my elbow Right in the funny bone That’s smart

This tan this is all a lot of hooey

Not long ago I ran into an old beau as a matter of fact my very first beau on the street And I was so shocked His wife was so nice And she smiled the whole time even when my old flame reached right under my dress to see if it was the me I guess he remembered He was really surprised that it was And I was too I thought

I’d forgotten all that And we made plans to get together for dinner and a sail

He gave her that clean contemporary look that had little dick in large writing

And so The Bronzes have packed the car and left for two weeks for destination unknown

When we got up to the lake there was more swimming boating and barbecues than a soul could handle even with tongs In two weeks this should last us till next year By the second week I was thinking about work and home And everything I was raring to go

So we went with the orange Rather leathery along the lifeline of the hand The couch in its comfort is now stuck like a bone somewhere in the region of the shoulder The lake was shaped like a lamb chop From the sky the lake was shaped like a pork chop From the woods we could make out the chop-chop of the lake We were too late for dinner It was over It was over there And we were over here under the skirt like a hand moist with memories

I remember once sitting around and waiting for Susy to come home with our first baby

Let me see That was about two years after we graduated high school