ah, glorious quincy center
home of junkies with sweatpants too tight
and crazies with stretchpants, fitting fifty pounds ago
only this afternoon is different, a flock of normals
watch two fire engines outside their place of work
firefighters do roughly nothing at a routine firedrill
nevertheless, they watch, back to the freaks
and i watch them watch
coming late, hoping for carnage
but there is none so i walk home
and run straight until i plunge into the waters of blue oblivion.
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