VANDEVEER
Now is the moment of smiling, the light and the
laughter of mirth - some happy kid on the
bread wrapper, a monkey with glasses on the
vegetable soup. None of this makes sense,
but wouldn't matter in a court of law.
Nolo contendere there.
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My last arm broke the bank, turned my
allegiances into all new grievances. A placebo
in the memory bank remains : the fellow from
India says his name is 'Bhat'. He invites
me in, but we leave it at that. The
overhead scale weighs nothing itself.
How can that be?
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