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Jul 2017
Old Town probably doesn't appeal
to an old friend of mine like Tom Beale
like Gaslight would
if it could
bring on the gas
along with the sassafras
to ignite a rail
on those cartoon termites
in that as for the insect killer Raid
I'm just kidding
about gaslight
and its power
and how I would have
sworn they had
put me in bed
near one of the snack bars there
on Gaslight Square
when I was on palliative care
from complications from a broken hip.
I don't know if it was the hippie
in me with my flashlight
and the water tower
and the slaughtered calf
that made me hallucinate myself in a bed
in a quack box on Gaslight Square
or if it's just my eyes on this rhyming try.
Charles Sturies
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