![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAPEPVHzJUkNpGRb835R27jl-sboD8Jj6JK2WKfUGMgDw8JMGIwsfCjutXU6GO3Qs4SWKD7oWCG5LmU3nJ5glAUoiqcwB_sJGkkIfzh0XWI7vDQuiXeC8Gmo57565vkYLFBRx4TVjOaUty/s320/022004japanpaintinglg.jpg)
Where can George go?
Hopping past jalapeño fields
And through
And begging through the big city,
And burying the harvest,
And crediting the meagerest,
And editing portfolios
And navigating the way
And eating crab
And fabricating hairy grabs
And snatching robin eggs
And becoming friendless
And growing mild
And going wild
And in
And not I
And Hot
And is
And I
And
An
A
Denny liked to squeeze a couple of drops of lemon juice onto his tongue and let it sting his taste buds sour for a second before the aftertaste, a rich kind of sweetness he had never known, started to bleed in from underneath. Louis, his friend, thought he was crazy for drinking the stuff without the water and sugar to go with it, but as co-proprietor of the stand, Louis knew Denny had every right to take whatever depraved pleasures he liked out of their raw materials. After all, Louis wasn’t about to count the glasses of lemonade or the occasional spoonful of sugar he’d had against his own profits.
No comments:
Post a Comment