February 26, 2012

The chamber wolf left the chamber, loped across the meadow, caught the bus, got off on the corner of Filth and Regurgitate, went into the bar and downed a schooner of near beer, exited through the back entrance into the alley, lolluped up the fire escape, squeezed through the window into his office, sat behind the desk for a while humming show tunes, got up, paced, shrugged, left the way he came, downing a schooner of rum and urine this time, rode in the seat across the aisle from his usual seat on the bus, roared the driver to a stop near the meadow, pranced out, rolled across the unkempt grassy landscape, entered the chamber and shouted, “Honey, I’m home!”

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