INspectedDejected

INspectedDEjected

The
poet lay tormented clutching her manuscripted answer the publisher
would not answer any more cell calls she was dejected had been
inspected and now lay in torment her words spilling out of the manila
envelope around her on the bed room floor. She had rented the
penthouse sweet it was a classic room with view overlooking parked
cars. Her computor was locked her TV was open but just snow showing
up she was late for greeting the day. She lit another cheroot and
spilled some more lemmings in her glass of ice added. She splashed it
all over. She was drunk. She had to get together. The mouse in the
corner roared. The ice squeaked. She managed to find the door when it
opened. The bell rang three times then there came three knockouts on
the wall next to the door. She leaped from the balcony balustrade
echoing on the way down. She filtered threw the trees and leaves and
fell headlong. A bicycle went by its bell was tinkling. The wind was
whistling in the dark dawn light. She groaned. The enormous gloom
entered the area. The grass roots all over the lawn were weeping the
bugs that would crawl were wet. She made it to the edge of the lawn
when the storm hit. The lightening cracked the thunder. The train was
horning in the distance. The cable car clanged as far as South. She
made it to the highway pediment. There she stopped. Thar she blows.
Her nose was stopped. The faraway queen of the leprechauns lowered
the bridge that draws flying aspects. Save me she cried and the Truck
Driver opened his ride to another hitchhiker borne. Where else could
we go but to Horning Ohio near the border of Turning. Where the
editors give second chances.