One Flower
by Jack Kerouac
One flower
on the cliffside
Nodding at the canyon
The Country Club Contradiction
by Austin Pfeiffer
The parlor is shaped like a tall woman. The room goes wide and returns to a focus
at the far wall. The carpet is green, but it does not feel like earth, it feels like money,
a bit of dirty pride and sensational sensuality takes you over, letting Amaretto raft across
the valley of your tongue while snacking on cashews and hearing only the smack of granite globes colliding.
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