A FEROCIOUS JOURNAL
You may have entered this other realm
by now, by accident. I'll not be the one
to say. I am speechless in my reserve :
paging through a magazine of trinkets,
opinions and words. The kind the mailman
delivers; the gurgling rotomontage of junk.
There are volumes given over to this. Let
us read them all, for the authors have
worked so hard to give their unkind
best. But my goodness, she really
doesn't like John Ashbery,
isn't that right?
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