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ch5/the story of june (so far)
she drew circles around her subjects and squares around her enemies
woman eternal, restless with praise/resentful of penetrating
worship but she often resembled a statue in a museum/june sat
with zero the hero playing chess/everytime he would make a move
she would pick up another of her chess pieces and put it in her
mouth/the horses were made of chocalate which made them easier to
taste, but the white chocalate queen was still her favourite/just
as he was ready to call check-mate she ate the jellybean king and
claimed her victory right then and there/she always won, or he made
her think that she did/as she was drinking a glass of mercury to wipe
the taste and memory, a trumpet sounded thru the rubber walls/"oh"
he said and they got up to go/"do I look alright" she asked no one in
particular as she gazed into an antique mirror/they moved silently/
shoes scuffing gray concrete as the sound grew with each step/a dis-
embodied voice cooly announced "LADIES and gentlemen of all persuasion,
please welcome to our stage tonight and tonight only, the machines
/at which point he yawned louder than he spoke any of the words/polite
applause followed the remaining ducks as they hopped off the stage and
the machines took their spots all marked with an X/ruby took her place
in the wings to see the look in the eyes of the feedback scarred/and
somewhere somehow someone struck a note/after the show they beat the
chess set to splinters with a railroad hammer, and rode silently back
to their home/glass blew the dust off an old forgotten vinyl record by
the new animals, while his love snorted one more line to pass the time
which by everyones watch was over/as the record ** skipped they made
love as they always had/he felt her in his bones/she wanted what was
his and his only/he could no *** longer tell if he was alive as before
but it hardly mattered to no one in particular because everything was
different anyhow/each time he bored with this game he thought up a
better one and this gave him much satisfaction/a trumpet ****** blared
thru the thin plaster walls and they both nodded it was time to pay
the rent/when the friends began to arrive they were asked by no one
in particular to sit at the big oak table at all the wrong famous
names/snaky tooth took churchills seat/thunder jack took disraeli's
seat/nanci sat wherever she wanted of course/billy sat at the head of
the table and put on the hat pointy that spelled dunce/everyone laughed
like they were supposed to/two twins appeared and began to saw the legs
off the **** table/somewhere somebody said "this should take a while"
porcelin white from all the drugs, daphne was now a prisoner of her
own success/"hrmphh" the father hurrumphed, "there is no such thing as
success, only hard work and tears"/of course everyone ******* agreed
"once i was a little girl" she said to no one in particular, "and
i had bright red shoes that my grandma, who we called nana, would
shine, shine, shine all day long"/everyone agreed that she was still
that little girl/when the table collapsed from too much sawing everyone
yawned and got up, except for billy, who was still stuck in the most
serious of thought/he did'nt see her leave and he would not hear her
when she returned/that night he dreamt of his mother young and beautiful
and she told him many secrets, mostly about love and how it was like
water that shined in the sun/"cover your eyes son, cover your eyes!"
 
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