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Poetry by
F. R. Scott
July 21, 2003 |
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Saturday Sundae |
The?triple-decker?and?the?double-cone
I?side-swipe?swiftly,?suck?the?coke-straws?dry,
Ride?toadstool?seat?beside?the?slab?of?morgue?
Sweet?corner?drug-store,?sweet?pie?in?the?sky.
Him?of?the?front-flan?apron,?him?I?sing,
The?counter-clockwise?clerk?in?underalls.
Swing?low,?sweet?chocolate.??Oh?swing,?swing,
While?cheek?by?juke?the?jitter?chatter?falls.
I?swivel?on?my?axle?and?survey
The?latex?tintex?kotex?cutex?land.
Soft?kingdoms?sell?for?dimes,?Life?Pic?Look?Click
Inflate?the?sale?with?conquest?girly?grand.
My?brothers?and?my?sisters,?two?by?two,
Sit?sipping?succulence?and?sighing?sex.
Each?tiny?adolescent?universe
A?world?the?vested?interests?annex.
Such?bread?and?circuses?these?times?allow,
Opium?most?popular,?life?so?small?and?slick.
Perhaps?with?candy?is?the?new?world?born
And?cellophane?shall?wrap?the?heretic. |
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