Ionesco
Perambulating streets of Ashland
I’m at a loss
Looking for a rhino, but later,
Vagranting outside the Varsity after “Vice”
I bump into a bald soprano
Blowing smoke on her ice-cold brew (to warm it, I suppose)
I introduce myself.
She says her name is “Smith.”
The name rings a bell before I find myself
Running from the scene as
Preposterous prattle issues forth
From her prodigious piehole:
“Such caca, such caca, such caca…” &c.
By the time I reach the
Wells Fargo ATM
My cash is gone and so is my sense of humor.
Why Eugène? Why?
- December 27, 2018
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