"ASSISTANT PROFESSOR SONG
I take my book of spells
that don’t work
and my silent megaphone
outside at lunchtime
and scream at the sky,
I am leaving
my job as assistant
caretaker of everything
that will only matter
after it has been approved
by the standing committee
of associate ghouls
that never meets,
their silent laughter
around a circular table
wanders into the chapel
then makes the endless
fountain of bylaws
bend while the statue
of the founder watches,
we all know he will rise
one day and meet us
where we are
to destroy us,
when I leave I will take
all the empty manila folders
that held twilight’s forbidden thoughts
and this crying bowl
someone else’s mentor
handed to me the day
I crossed the cobalt
oblivion river,
I will burn my parchment
outside the new recreation facility
then go live
with my green ache
on a very low hill that does not
look down on anyone."
--Matthew Zapruder at Onlypoems
Random # 10 = 13 in base-7; 1 + 3 = 4 lines
gladiatorial · glimmer of the throughway
all discussions · keep shirking
the war machine · whose shiny ornaments
decorate den · & car dashboard
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