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Sunday, January 25, 2009

Drainpipe Concerto

Puttering around in the narcotic cemetery where pink plastic flamingos are planted in place of tombstones.   The inscribed epitaphs like closed captions in invisible ink beneath names & dates all of which are the same.   I have a map & a scorecard but without a telescope it’s hopeless.   The shake & bake flowers are nice though.   They bow their heads & mutter vague obscenities to themselves.   Bathed in albacore light the place is peaceful enough, like an underwater themepark in midwinter.