in the beginning there were no wine glasses,
only the drinking troughs of logs
fallen& filled with veggie matter rotting sweetly
&back then, there were no handy bowls
of nuts or popcorn to provoke
thy thirst, all one had was the parching plains wind
&endlessness of night
no glowing neon phalluses
no high heeled pinball jezebels chawing sugarfree gum
no smoky jutebox come ons
no puddles of thrown up lite beer
no lastcalls over drones of monday night football
in the beginning, the accident was the creation,
the result was a sacrament
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