A bell rings
In my left ear
It is Mrs. San Geronimo
She has taken up that stacatto singing.
She has come to discuss her property
And who is right to own it
Legal lessons
Lessen
Loosen the bilious billfold
They were not listening to him or to me
I own you Mrs. San Geronimo
You and your alphebetized sentences.
You are a bloody pain.
You own me, Mrs. San Geronimo.
Every day you write my paycheck.
So I can take it home and play with the cats.
One day Mrs. San Geronimo
Travels to the ocean
Far away, from her little house on the prarie
Out to the seaside,
Men wearing striped bathing costumes and straw hats
Wave their moustacios in the direction of the sun
Make incomprehensible prancing on the sea shore
She sells sea shells
To Mrs. Geronimo
Who takes them
Into her floral arrangement.
Alive alive, ho!
With candied hard sauce.
"I cannot bring this world quite round" spoke the attorney
Wally Stephens in a bathtub brushing his nails
Smoking a cheap cigar.
There goes yet another poet
With his straw hat
Waving his moustacio in the sun.
(P.S. the first photo of the male bathers was provided through web searching for http://www.gallimauphry.com/april_2005.html)
1 comment:
It seems there is a simbiotic relationship with you and this bell in your left ear.
Kinda like Pavlovs puppy?
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