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– photo by Mitch Waxman

Cavorting along in that neighborhood which once hosted the titan works of the Waldes Koh-I-Noor mill, where relict rail tracks reach up mercilessly through the asphalt of modern times, your humble narrator was chasing a shot of mighty Queensboro in the distance- illuminated by the rays of a setting sun.

My path brought me to the lightly travelled and seldom commented upon Davis Court.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

An industrial street lined by warehouses both old and new, my attention suddenly became fixed upon these six sandwiches of dubious origin affixed upon the ground.

They appeared to be a sextuplet of jelly sandwiches, but one can never be sure about such things until a bite has been taken- which I was unwilling to do.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

It cannot be explained to you, lords and ladies of Newtown, why this arrangement of comestibles struck me as sinister. Perhaps it was the abandonment of perfectly edible food to the nocturnal scavengers which roam the creek lands, a beady eyed and squealing army which emerges from cracks and from other hidden apertures only when the burning thermonuclear eye of god itself has sunken below the horizon.

Perhaps it was the sandwich arrangement, I cannot say, but repulsion ruled my thoughts.

Feeling faint, your humble narrator moved on.

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Written by Mitch Waxman

March 7, 2012 at 12:15 am

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