Tuesday, June 09, 2015


Buying Time


-Amazing they could scour all the blood
from the Plaza’s stones. I strolled through 
a wedding last week. Bride,
cream-ivory-white, her attendants peaches! 
When the sun slid from
clouds, the effect was brilliant!

-Delicious sundae, yes? How...long 
can Mars rest?

-Forever, unless goaded by Money’s usual insane rage for ever more.

-We’ll beg them sign a paper to say they’re satisfied.

-Get us a year, then?

-The youngsters can get wed, edging
out required suicidal patriotism for a bit.

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More blood following wed ones.
Tho metaphoric.
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