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i walked in there
smelling like a freshly cut lawn
asked the cashier
what the hell she had on
that blaring, droning
biting, gnawing song.
so she told me
in the most shrillest voice
that it's only the best new
purveyors of noise
i said damnit, please turn that shit off
it's no good.
and like a dried out piece of seaweed
being cooked in the sun
the record store cashier
admitted i'd won
and she turned off the violent
anti-McCluster-of-shit.

and she stretched out her umbrella
and swiftly jabbed me with it.

so its blood time
out in public
like the blinds are synchronized
and perpetually opening wide, wide, wide.
and the piles of bodies
surrounding the windows finally take shape
and you can see every shrunken head
peering through the freshly opened window
and you're still bleeding
having been jabbed with an umbrella
and forced now to endure those eyes.

may i remind you of the work that's yet to be done
on the ceiling of the cave that we hibernated in?
it's the buffalo and deer.
its the sheep and the steer.
your fingers will burn quick.