A Bird Shrieked.

Catch 22

I was on a fishing bridge, telling Joseph
Heller about the time Ziggy Sobotka
told me I have a surrealist style, when
Jon Voight rode up on a Runaway Train to
try and trade Major Major’s personal goods
for 300 free poems. Mr. Heller
grinned at me and winked. A man ran by with a
knife in his teeth. My grandmother walked up and
shoo’d them away. “This is the worst poem yet…”

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