No Requests Aloud


He suddenly found himself in a small living with
two women named Ruby. They both had guns.

How did he go from a magazine to this? He
thought he was waiting for horses to pass by.

Call him Sandarco. His lips almost do dimples.
You can imagine any mustache looking good.

Ruby and Ruby draw out a line of sequins.
They space stars along their hems and shuffle.

It's more than chili poker and cob corn holders
by the time the blinds start to do their thing.

Our hero decides to catch the next train, if he
can find which parallels. This moon’s so purple.