accidental galaxy


the patron saint of Cats Who Wish to Be Left Alone
was watching muay thai kickboxing on ESPN during
the construction of Dante’s Divine Comedy. The children
are out of macaroni; the number of circles has been reduced to five.

from happiness letter #1, re: lectures on astronomy, the notion
of an abbreviated education. The apprentice sweeps Brooklyn
free from hobgoblins during the Subway Series.
Grandma and Steinbrenner are still pissed about Mattingly’s hair.
Billy Martin wouldn’t care.

Josh Hutcherson has clout, enough to accelerate through
the sticky exposition of the Saw Franchise. Your inner peace
has learned how to untie the knots, swimming underwater
the length of the pool. Did you read the Times?
The crack is worse than the pterodactyls. First paragraph goes to Serpico.

The off-hand ghouls that creep through Edgar Allan Poe’s
Progressive Headache emit tortured bellows from the elevator shaft,
from the throats of coarse louts the Tower of Babel calls
Goodnight, Irene from the zither and wither of disfigured winter.
To the coast, getting together, having some laughs.

Exploded view of So-Cal (subcategory: low-cal) indicates the price
of unleaded gasoline during the filming of “Die Hard”
was 88 cents per gallon. TiVo captures the frame of
Sayonara, Miscreant as the coroner etches ’cause of death: nostalgia’
on the certificate. Your ride’s here; let Warren steer.

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