Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Can't, Sir

An inseparable wreck, this body.
Its effort leashed upon its nature—
A mystery as to why,
One of the greater mysterys.
Like the pyramids
or Amelia Earhardt
or the nature of light
or viruses—yes—
viruses handing out their code
like candy at the Shriners parade.
Who are those olde men
riding around in small cars
And where did they get their hats?



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