The Uses of Gypsy Poetry
To shoot the flamenco. To chase duende, a babbling lobster, & involutional silverback guitars. Is it possible to de-cleat a fascist? In the absence of pleasantries. In the absence of industry. An askance domo & an askance triage are walking down the road to Cazvazium. Spiritus Aspiritus watches over them, while Arna Bontemps drifts about. Job is there too. And Michael Jackson, who carries a plate of caviar. And an aquiline fellow. George Sand has misplaced her copy of ‘Intensities in Nine Cities.” William H. Gass inquires of Carrie Fisher, “Do you love the Lord.” A person other than Roger replies, “No. Please. Thank you. Please. Please. Thank you. Please pass the salt.” Roger is not famous, nor does he want to be—wolves in the brain. The Last Supper happens, The Carnivorous Grass happens, a third of The Irish Potato Famine happens, then they forgo their remaining obligations. Cazvazium was just a toothless peasant's dream in the first place. They are walking. They are walking. See how they walk.
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