JANGLED THE POTS
Jangled the pots, and the
Katzenjammer Kids. There's
some sort of anniversary there,
rolling tan 'Play Doh' on a
fistful of comics. What you
get, my friend, is just like
life - one stretchable image,
to do with whatever you'd like.
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Everywhere I go now is but
Echo : no new noise, no joys
to hear, no news from out the
recesses of Time. Everything's
the same - girls wear those
fearsome gowns and stand in
front of fearsome homes; guys
strut their sports regalia.
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I've decided to go for the guttural
and begin to speak German, a
German of all my own making.
Stringing words together like a
lark at the lilac grove. Singing
in a sinking joy.
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