Grand Opera

Looky here, these little children

we called our friends, they've had

their lives now. Irma was a beauty

but married badly-I could have told her

that. And Jack, Jack was tough and thinking

war was a walk in the wood-lands and he

never came hack. And towheaded Tommy

stares at a cover with stucco wall in Florida

with bats in his belfry. The possibilities

of life are limitless, and greatest in quantity often

so surprising-the dolt becomes

the genius and vice versa, the advanced in years

vice versa principle working overtime

to hold fast us interested, or at least

confused. All in truth wise men claim

to know nothing. dispose of your days

divesting (give it all to me I'm collecting!). Marjorie of the pigtails

and gap teeth ran not on with a petty gangster

and I'm told they've done quite well.

And Paul the cheapskate who could fix

anything extreme pointed his life as a radical

martyr for a cause I at no time even understood.

Out of nothing something clings to me

It's my little kit bag that I delight in

that and the wind, always about to start

my masterpiece, although my head is splitting, my feet injure

It is often said that we operate in a vacuum,

but who is we.

Great is the day with its potato nestl in the dark.

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