Thursday, February 11, 2010

In The Shadow Of The Mouse Ears


My goose is cooked and eaten to the bone.

The chorus didn’t wait for the four knights.
And they saved—ha, ha—twenty-seven days.

The chorus sees through me. I see shadows.


The internet would be a cathedral

if it were left to its own devices
and not subsidized by corporations.

But corporations like a big chorus.


Priest metaphors these days carry baggage

so it’s fitting the chorus carry swords
and a cauldron for the transparent priest.

My goose is cooked and eaten to the bone.















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