American Superlative
This exceptional fashion, and
this hamburger is
one of the best. It comes from
wanting to sing a song clearly.
That’s the miracle of
revelation or nothing. This
is an exceptional price for gas.
Prophets drive the countryside
in sincere bear skins
and come up with a religion.
Blood pie. Blood on your eye.
Blood on the front
porch, blood doesn’t lie. We write
Silent Night. All of these flies. I do
have a creek I go to, where we are all
dancing in the open mud.
| Scott Abels |
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