the Zapruder filmA Poem by SkinlessFrankby this point in the film, Kennedy had already been hit by the first shot....and the crazy clock just kept tickingwe spent the night together arguing you just wanted to discuss the Zapruder film but I was already bored to tears musing about the dark invertebrates that well up inside of sewer pipes and thrive on neck cheese please you said do not bite into the light bulb or pump blood into the Linzer torte do not talk of unicorns how their horns are not bony after all but are more like footballs surrounded in a kind of tough leathery skin you only wish to slice down through the length of it and watch as the dark meat spills out in a puddle like boiled liver beauty to be had in turning back the clock and watching the scalding pot water cool the lobster change from bright red to sea green and smile as it crawls out and away onto the sandy bottom © 2016 SkinlessFrank |
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