Thursday, September 25, 2003

To make CD's with that old 78 crackle.

   "Oneiric Flashbangs"

Time-starved, desultory
Poking at not-quite beginnings
That will never be anything more--
And this is in the idle
Half-hour found;

09 25 03

   "Poem

One of the old guys said
a good test of poetry was
that if you thought of a true
poem while shaving you'd cut yourself
well
lots of times I'll be reading a poem
and stop right in the middle
cause I just remembered
the great shaves I get
from my Wilkinson Sword-Edge blades"

--Bill Knott

Neo-Victorian Frump Boots.

Real heroes.


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