Thursday, April 1, 2021

Who's the Fool Now, April? Public Access Poem 11/24/1963

Happy poetry month, the thirty day period of solemn remembrance for those foolish enough to read poetry. Also the start of the Tarot. 

Oswald Over Lunch

Beltane crowns the Clown Prince
    with entomologic ease. Oswald 
rises early enough to note his eyes
    are the same color as an old flame's. 
He would drink some tonic but instead
    he uses the spark to light a cigarette in the shower. 
The gold leaves of his bible rust in real time. 

Ozzy buries the golden bible in the upstate
    corner of the Book Depository basement. 
Over lunch he notices a Zodiac cypher reading
    "MANTICORE SMOKES: BETTER THAN
A HOLE IN THE HEAD" and he would have 
    laughed but there was no moon. Ruby 
Rosebud: "Hey what's so quackin', man?"

Oswald is no man so she says nothing.

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