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I Feel Happish.

Posted to Action Poetry

The slightest touch un-nerves ... something something eecummings ... there was a long time uh ... I was in a queue for something, bread, I was in a queue for bread and there was a belt wearing a saggy gentleman ahead of me and he took it off and exchanged it for a crusty loaf and I shared it with him and he told me I reminded him of the time a splinter got caught between his forefinger and thumb and I said: YES and he smoked long cigars that looked like coffins and he didn't say anything that the smoke already said.