NABBING GRETA GARBO
Nab the great pilfery and find the aplomb.
Put the gorilla on ice and marshall the comrades at arms.
It's a sentimental journey, where this road ends up.
By four-thirty tomorrow they'll have found out who
won, what the new Pope's name is, how far it is to
Conestoga Bay and where Edgar Varese purchased
his clothes. HOWEVER, you really should know, there's
no satisfaction to be found in any of this. Everyone is to
be still on edge - the guy from Iceland with the jiggy
moth and the couple from Bermuda holding the camera
lens in their half-hands. There's a form of (very ragged)
ragtime playing in the background - Scott Joplin and
all the rest. It's always been like this - no matter where
you go, the windjammer's already broken the breeze and
the proof of what you're saying has already been taken
away. Generally not a problem but, today....?
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