Trotting out the fully formed from the head of Zeus
segue to the wedding
and grampa's comeuppance fueled by heavenly Chock full o' Nuts
pages torn from Freud's Mistake Book . . .
after Y M C A The Macarena This Magic Moment
a tête-à-tête with intimations of serendipity . . .
Thrice-removed, yes? . . .
The full-frontal of he-said she-said
at the drive-through Golden Arches with this vegan-thing
in pink pinafore
then on to Storytown's cute cropped gingerbread houses
climbing on and up
and before you know it you're in over your head . . .
covering Lady Madonna
creeping like a nun . . .
bald-faced lying . . . on the bed . . .
but you overlook the overheated and give it your best shot . . .
tick-tock . . . tick-tock . . .
while in the confessional . . . the none-too-soon shrinkage
followed by I'm outta here! . . .
while back at the ranch the wedding party parties on . . .
splattering moments of gladness . . . badness . . . sadness . . .
Someone bought the farm! . . .
fessing-up to being born-again
and you in knee-jerk mode Facebook friend him/her . . .
Appropriation tell-me-a-story time:
The noctivagant person-of-interest as tugboat captain
charged with second-degree black belt . . . towing in the big ones . . .
coached for Bernard Pivot's Questionnaire
as administered by James Lipton on Inside the Actor's Studio . . .
What turns you on? . . .
The ripple effect of Richie Havens
arriving without suitcase making ends meet mending stockings
on never-ending Tuesdays . . .
But who pays the rent? . . .
And so it goes: buttered popcorn with episodes of The Office . . .
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