Late afternoon broadcast wrought light conversation and this little ditty, riffing about Chicago. Under the L by my house there is an ever changing mural. Last time I walked past it was a moving tribute to MF Doom, today it had changed to X-Men. Just an observation.
Muggy All of the Sudden
Chicago has the second
least replicable sunset
(after Havana of course).
Legional lightning bugs
uniform in every film and
bas-relief, you can't copy it.
The fins jutting out of lake
Michigan denote mammoth sharks,
they cast shadows to my
apartment, bringing about
early snowfalls, sloppy portcullises
& spelling errors.
On a hazy afternoon broadcast earlier on someone asked for a poem about Gandalf, and I obliged. Naturally the fellow had left the reading before the poem was done. Nevertheless here it is, resting where anyone can read it if they ever have need to.
Grey Man Babble
Whitman of middle
terrestrial chants, starry
shroud of the little people.
Bombadil sings in leafs
and twigs of you, blossom
wizard.
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