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Otto at the Sands

miscu’d Bibi’s ‘Do excuse…’

redubbed in a tub

 

‘all is down the drain…’

penguins, to support romance,

pil’d on the porch

 

Monday…btw

unless you’ve overslept,

let’s roll Richard II

the first book I took

from the adult section out

of a library

 

well…it was Beau Geste

never had I heard of Freud

what’s a Mama’s boy

 

now I’m old and gray

re-re-reading good old Jung

without ADD

it’s 2013

to take a few histories

to match the fiction

 

more often frantic

the quicker antiquities

in a cave again

 

the road from Susa

to Nalanda to, what then,

but a rogue planet

burn a library

atop a copper mountain

proper parables

 

suffer no malaise

the coastal lotus eaters

supply pilgrimage

 

(realtime no delay)

the ashes are no burden

the treasure is a flame

nebulosity

definite demarcation

nothing on the edge

 

redder blue or light

alone an indication

of impermanence

 

inverse decision

a negative develops

in a silver year