Sunday, January 4, 2015

6219. ICICLE TWISTER AND CREME BRULEE

ICICLE TWISTER 
AND CREME BRULEE
Things I can't find are everywhere  -  that notebook
I misplaced, those little things that go into the side
of the laptop, that bookmark, signed by Professor
West. He wrote a book entitled 'Race Matters', and
when I saw him I said 'I didn't know you liked
NASCAR.' Yeah, at least he laughed.
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Another time, I had to find Ralph Nader fifty
particular sharpies  -  pointy felt-tips of a certain
sort with which to sign his books. He was very
particular about all that, and even where he sat
at the table we'd positioned precisely where he 
said. 'Claustrophobic' his creepy aide noted  -  
'has to be in view of an exit.' I thought of
Sartre  - and wanted to tell Nader to read
'No Exit' and see how it felt.
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I finally dropped my shoes to make a
big bang and everyone jumped a mile.
Icicle twister and creme brulee.

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