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8 11 2011 8 54 PM by Reid May

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Up Hill and Against the Wind

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Jumped on the horse.
Up hill and against the wind.
At the stop,
Sweet and sour cologne found my snout,
Leaves approached and passed,
As did automobiles.

Circled the castle
And stormed the walls
And slay a beast.

Retreat to fight another day.

(An abstract mall poem)

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Are You a God?

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The cop in front of me in line at the coffee shop said, "I'm sick," in response to the barista's auto-greeting-question.  Then he got free tea, as usual, I'll bet.  Or maybe there are a few, kind, working-class baristas left in the world, who give free drinks to cops, on their dimes, in exchange for a little extra security for the rest of us at the  cafe.

The only thing more interesting is the potential meeting happening with the owners of two vehicles in the lot, who happen to parked next to each other, who's licence plates are LIECHSR and (handicap-symbol)RUAGOD.

And the only thing that could top that would be if the DMV randomly issued those plate ID's.

Goodbye cops.

And by the way, that's what you get when you drink tea.