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Cracking My Self UpThe watermelon is an aphrodisiacfor the thirst junkies. Desire is the concession of the troubadours. Bad news sent good news spinning and circumstance pounded the kitchen floor. Antipathy got a handle on apathy. Rastafarians kept hairdressers awake all night with dreads. Manicurists speak sign language to show off their talent. The elemental table got drunk at Oh-Kay Casino, kept losing at roulette. Even elocutionists get the blues and mispronounce the names of tides, ebb and high, spring and neap. "Get out of yourself," the airplane told the sky. "I’m all thumbs," the hitchhiker replied. "So long," the shaggy dog story said to haiku. Three concubines dressed as men learned to play their combs. Will there be jug bands in the new millenium? "I don’t know," the washboard hummed. Loosen up your torsos, Ladies, we are going through the mail. What did one literary allusion say to another? Thoreau? |
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Issue #17, September, 2000 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.