Fred Sat in a Room

Fred sat in a room

his trunk twisting

like a Chubby Checker tornado

 

cars 

Shush

White-Siren-Noise

Passing sounds

behind the Couch

 

Lightbulbs above

Twin-HomeGoods-Bought-Buddah heads

Turn off

With a quick (another way?) 

flick 

 

Black Panther

dreaming

under

a Great Wave

 

2 Books 

Bullet-Proof 

lay in an armored-open-casket

Made 

for

Wind

 

Paths

wander out 

like shattered windshield 

spiders

 

And East

a city

 

And North

a city

 

And West

a city

 

And South

a city

 

 

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