Postcard: Cape May

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A trance state in the particle

is par

for Massachusetts

the Red Sox

an expensive boat moored in the mud

ratio of lawns slept on

to the number of haircuts

certain other cars come roaring

out of the roundabouts

their wheels flying off

one man screams his prosthetic wit

they eat lobster with their bare hands . . .

tiny epics spill onto the docks there

the slut and the girlfriend

the family standing under a linden

(an abbreviation for pain)

a wedge of quartz suffers a panic attack

Charles Olson . . .

but night does come on slow

like giving up the piano for life

pathology of hungers

stairs made out of barn wood next to a luminous Coke machine