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.