Friday, September 6, 2019

12,078. HOW'S IT GONNA' BE

HOW'S IT GONNA' BE
That you can see it's all going
to be nothing like you'd imagined.
To start with, they brought the 
camel in sideways, and then by
two pm I had to home again.
-
Wraith-like monsters were
following me, a simple lad,
just trying to read Blake.
Chimney Sweep. Little Lamb.
Tyger Tyger. All that. Until I
ended up reading Eliot. Not
having known death had 
undone so many. London
Bridge is falling down. 
Time, gentlemen time.
I shall wear. My.
Trousers. Rolled.

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