"Often as I walk I think."
- Gertrude Stein, Stanzas in Meditation, Stanza XXIII

Mob bosses do not
Flank. They wedge themselves
Between lugs dependent
On lug nuts to keep
Wheels wheeling when the stop is
Finished

The fine finish on the atmosphere
Makes walking worth
Thinking doing nothing
Less than sll the world's comparables 
Not quite
Parables

Arable land's not what it used to
Be for miles of acreage
Defeating hunger never
Playfully a sense of humor
Distinguishes brains from
Obediency


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