《The Twoheaded Parrot by the Purple Moon of the second Monkey》


 Monday Traffic After Sunday

    The city was traffic


    Strings of yarn crossing from the su-burps to the downtown


    Metal beetles crawling the web with hurry


    The Spider of Down Town sat in the middle connecting metal dots


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    Sky Scrapers on its back pierced the evening sky


    Tram Ladies sat one next to one talking in idle


    Death is quite an eternal thing one nodded


    The Dolphin with it''s newpaper, turning pages flickering air fan


    Mondays follow the Sundays


    Suns rises and sets


    I''m alive the lady in bright yellow thought


    Large brimmed hat floating the sea of air


    A man with a concrete cane crawled out the window


    A lizard twirped , rythm pale and crusty


    Tram to the next stop and next, like grapes


    "Good Afternoon" the Dolphin said and found his pod