MESMERIZE THE MEMORIZER
Well, there's no figuring for that - elephants are
gone from the circus now, and this is end-times for
sure : I know the moon is halved. I know that the
summoning of Jupiter is underway. We read the
omens in lozenge-like entrails of dreams and
nightmares alike. The child wakes up, and the
mother says 'what's that all over the bed?'.
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'Just the dreams of my nightmare self, mother
dear.' Intent on all survival, I want to tell these
stories : the baseball man is an idiot, and he's
swung for those fences again. Crowds cheer.
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Figuring for that? Nothing left in the three-ring
format? Who was that elephant they electrocuted
in 1903? Topsy, a female elephant, retired from
Ringling Brothers, electrocuted by Thomas Edison
as a public display of his current, and to - more
importantly, I'm betting - to publicize the opening
of Luna Park at Coney Island.
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I want to say. What. The. Fuck?
Guilt travels all these years, in a
very closed circuit; and I hope
they've all burned in their Hell.
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