temperatures rise.
nothing in nature is coincidental,
and summer lingers like your only lover
who knew the value of right there:
ah, there is verse here
all day, happiness as unexpected
as summer's redux.
"Strellie, are you really just Thomas Pynchon in disguise? If so, we have kazoos."
No, I am not the great genius/basement dweller of 20th century American literature.
I often wonder if Froedrick Frankenstein is/was....I hope his project to launch Bubbles the chimp from a homebrewed rocket works out; our space programs have too many fried monkeys, dead dogs, and escaped Nazis (I'm eyeing you Werner!) for my taste.
For the students:
ReplyDelete...Stick `em all
in a fuuuuuuuuu
cking
LAAABOR CAMP!
(whum, whump)
LABOR CAMP
(wham wham)
LABOR CAMP
(wham wham)
LABOR CAMP
(wham wham)
Work em' to
Death
And
Grind their
bones to paste
IN
LABOR CAMP!
(wham wham)
[infinitum]
Your stance
ReplyDeleteYour face
The breathing mouth
Like an augur I read them
All the grades I can
Possibly give you are now
On the keys below my left hand
And yet I sense already
Though grades are four months away
That yours is under my index finger
I cannot tell you how happy you two have made me this morning. More verse!
ReplyDeleteStrellie, are you really just Thomas Pynchon in disguise?
ReplyDeleteIf so, we have kazoos.
I want to get a bumper sticker and/or t shirt that says Protected by Strelnikov.
ReplyDeleteO Greta, I love your verse and its ability to soothe the savage beasts.
"Strellie, are you really just Thomas Pynchon in disguise?
ReplyDeleteIf so, we have kazoos."
No, I am not the great genius/basement dweller of 20th century American literature.
I often wonder if Froedrick Frankenstein is/was....I hope his project to launch Bubbles the chimp from a homebrewed rocket works out; our space programs have too many fried monkeys, dead dogs, and escaped Nazis (I'm eyeing you Werner!) for my taste.