Apr 27, 2011


Pumice for a brain pan
a head full of green wax
box-nosed like all the ancients

the vibes are hollow
bones for some unreasonable
bird like an oil well

indefatigable as the worst--
who are never definitive
fate accompli: lousy apprentices

all anyone seems to be
a phalanx of halfwits
circling the alembic

where they were told to stand to await
further instructions in the form of cold, hard cash

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