MICKEY MOUSE EATS
COLONEL FLYNN
I dreamed of something sideways,
and something that was I can't
remember now : two feet in a
fearsome storm while baleful
clouds rolled overhead. Sitting
there, I basked. Cartoon guys
I probably should have known
went floating by, berating one
another over some imagined
slight. I felt like it was just one
of those days and I should have
been like James Joyce. Liquid
sun and finding grace.
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