the Zapruder film

by this point in the film, Kennedy had already been hit by the first shot....and the crazy clock just kept ticking

we spent the night together 

arguing

 

you 

just wanted to

discuss 

the Zapruder film

but I was already

bored to tears

musing about

the dark invertebrates

that well up inside of

sewer pipes and

thrive on 

neck 

cheese

 

please

you said

do not bite

into the light bulb 

or pump 

blood

into the 

Linzer torte

do not talk of

unicorns

how

their horns are

not bony 

after all

but 

are more like footballs

surrounded in

a kind of 

tough

leathery 

skin

you only wish to

slice down

through the length of it

and

watch as

the dark meat

spills out

in a puddle

like boiled

liver

why not instead

drink in the

beauty

to be

had in 

turning 

back the clock

and 

watching 

the scalding pot water

cool

the

lobster

change from

bright red 

to sea green

and

smile

as it

crawls out and

away 

onto the sandy bottom

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[Robin]

Such is life ... and clocks .. and hopeful mementos .