Quires
by grimbeau
The things you can do without an electronic typewriter
humble simple me—
yet the holy purpley babbling brook has been enclosed
in fancy fuzzfeed—
there is a kiosk where they strip search you & sell you
stuff you know you need, foe example a goatt follows
you up and you follow it round in ever creasing circles
until pop goes the
weasel and you are the prey for today—
why I didn’t give up writing was the river
went elsewhere downhill to an unpolluted
secret silent sea of air
beyond the fetid clouds
emitted in the toxic lemon drops
a way above the chimney tops which was where you found me
Shirt people got no season to give…
“Shirt people got no season to give…”
so funny and yet it bears thought…
your mind works in mysterious ways.
much enjoyed
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