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The bus gets dark & narrow as I leave it

Fritz Hamilton

    The bus gets dark & narrow as I leave it. When I finally manage to step into the street, I turn to see the bus is a snake. What I thought was engine trouble is instead the rattle of its tail. The snake’s fangs puncture the flesh of some riders, as they leave out the snake’s mouth, & they drop dead to digest in the snake’s belly.
    I’m disgusted & frightened up a tree in the parkway & am relieved when the snake pulls away from the curb on its way to the next stop. The parkway is post capitalist kindling that is ignited by a firefly. The birds catch fire & fly off to light the sky. The flames climb Golgotha & the cross goes up in flames of glory. What starts as a hotfoot climbs up Jesoo’s leg of lamb sizzling & roasting for Satan’s dinner. The devil cooks it among the flaming souls who scream like Hell, as old Scratch digs in. The demons join Lucifer’s feast, which is all the better when they realize they’re eating Jesoo.
    “Pass the salt, Fred.”
    “No way, Heini! The only thing I’ll pass is gas. I won’t be a party to this sick feast. I still have my peanut butter, & I’ll party on that.”
    “No jelly, Fred?”
    “Neither jelly nor bread, Heinie. I’ll put my peanut butter on saltines & wash it down with chocolate milk.”
    The snake pulls back up to the busstop & snatches both the peanut butter & chocolate milk to drink on his route, which turns out to be the route of all evil. Satan finishes his meal & spits it up in the street, as the birds fall as ashes in the filth.
    “My country tis of thee,” sings the snake & bites off Jesoo’s cock.
    This makes Jesoo cocky & he outscores Wilt the Stilt who ain’t worth shit now that he’s dead ...

! (glory
glory)



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