Thursday, January 6, 2011

dubliner jacket

I says to himself 'this is my dubliner
jacket' and walks out walking
towards sundown, carrying oranges in a sack
made of postconsumer recycled
recyclable paper. Brown paper, headed
west, that is, with
tangerines made out of who
knows what spice, and pesticides
(no pestilence, though!)
and perhaps sunlight
but maybes not, they don't need
that stuff these days
anyways.

Doubled his chances of winning, too.

1 comment:

  1. I don't know what this is, but I love its style loads.

    The final line is so sporadic, I want to know what it means.

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