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Spill-O, Out on the Town
Spill-O took Carnegie Hall by storm,
and what a waste of time it was.
The restless feet, shuffling pages, whispering,
and the constant tide of breath and phlegm
drowned out the music.
From this fog of unknowing,
the car ads in the concert program bragged
that there are no rules about what you can do.
But they ignored the part where there’s
no rules about what can be done to you.
The wheezing and the music
left Spill-O fundamentally unmoored,
sprinting to the womb and back again
because of what he found there.
His heart snapped instead of beating
and the telephones’ busy signal
ascended heavenward infinitely.
And Spill-O started to live,
to finally see as if the sky was crumbling.
He hit the town.
But the streets were empty,
all the people busy, indoors,
gearing up to die of old age.
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