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By Tim Murray

Is there still such a thing as writing odes or
just to be funny. On the floor again an ode to
the crumby carpet. If there ever was a time for
plastic airplanes to fly rumbling in hallway
making smoke trail Sacred Heart cough then certainly
the time is now. Once a black haired girl was sleeping in
his bed when he woke to pinch himself light fell from the
crunchy sky like sunshine with a bear in its eyes. A blue jeep
dangling from the back of a rusty tow truck ambling down
the gravel alley. There are silent yellow siren lights whirling
mailbox stuffed with used furniture sales and potato bugs. Now
Marko is on the bus again a brown paper grocery sack overflowing
with used mousetraps wedged between his knees. He watches
attentively for the third stop:
Teddy Roosevelt and the Organic Screams.

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Corn Syrup

By Tim Murray

I have the corn syrup eyeball. I have the corn syrup leg. I have the corn syrup eyeball. I have one time the corn syrup pirate set complete with rubber whale creature. I hit rubber whale creature with rounded white rubber teeth on crackly anthill Hoosier sidewalk one summer day in 1984 or 1953. One time (no five times) my mommy took me to drugstore with brown bag of TV tubes that daddy ask us to test on crazy cuckoo robot machine. And mommy tried plug various sized tubes into machine and it no lit up and she said, “Shit!” And I covered my mouth with one gumball stained hand. None of our fuses were good said the pharmacist and mommy buyed me a box of Smith Bros cough drops to crunch on ride home. And daddy at home with back of TV removed waiting for tubes but mommy tell him tubes no good says pharmacist and he say “son of beetch!” and he tossed screwdriver into toolbox with a clank and then I forget what else happened. Oh, then I think the toofless rubber whale creature farted. And daddy said “ what stinks?” And mommy said we can no afford new tubes until payday in one week. And daddy said “no shit, Sherlock.” Then mommy baked a frozen pizza for dinners. And then we ated it (daddy, mommy, brother and eye). And then grandpa said we can come over to watch TV until we gets some tube money. And that way we no miss Knots Landing and Air Wolf and Dukes of Alf.

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