A sour electric snap
of guitar
was our prelude-
our daily feast
was spread
on the sidewalk of sodom,
but there was grace
with a flicker
of a red light.
A sour electric snap
of guitar
was our prelude-
our daily feast
was spread
on the sidewalk of sodom,
but there was grace
with a flicker
of a red light.
The Word Rummager 
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