ROUTINE
Went through
my routine
they all
died laughing
saw some
rolling on the floor
after the show though
no one talked to me
went home to
my tiny flat
thought up
some great new jokes.
ROUTINE
Went through
my routine
they all
died laughing
saw some
rolling on the floor
after the show though
no one talked to me
went home to
my tiny flat
thought up
some great new jokes.
RICH I am waiting, searching for my perfect being but I fear she will be made of anti-matter altogether, too complementary and so in the face of an oppositional universe I turn to poetry, just vegetate scour for a physics that might suit md better, sweeter, finer truly orgiastic resonating like bongos played in bars and night clubs by some California genius spirit a figure so rich pushing the outside of the envelope with every squiggle of chalk smooth stroke of his pen