Oak Chest
by grimbeau
Mid-seventies pro
situ critiques of critiquers
half-torn narky junky rags
heaps and hefts of twaddle
drafting epic wotsits
arcane metabollox
sure to knock Ulysses
into a cocked hat
(hanging on the wall)
unfinished ineffable
absurdist dramaturgy
mad philosophers
with haunting names like
Coathanger & Toothbrush
Wires, cassettes, paperclips
And two holy matching socks
