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the futurist
escolar is a sneaky fish schooled no less than other mackerels escolar is a fishy snake spectacled no less than a professor my neighbor is a futurist he stands on his thruster fins and slowly spins the tale of his arthretic knees upon the black tartop of fagot roofs and potholes paved with pitch in sleep-fagged sidewalks hes in his element in the geometries of frozen lake he calls kalonkalon and shifts a cigarette from his left pocket to his fleece-lined jacket he doesnt smoke eros thrives in a rose cocooned in petals as good as scales eros rises early adorned with thorns non sans pareil my neighbor is a futurist he fishes compliments in empty grocery bags takes off his battle hat to bite a 30cent napoleon at corner market prijedor he says cars will be slim as womens waists and ride sideways on walkstones we will have female government and snowflakes will be formed of milkfroth he pulls his hat over his face laughs in yours soil cap is packed with dirt planted with seeds of spoiled eclipse soil cap conceals oil cajoled politely into an elliptic pod my neighbor is a futurist a fact perhaps hitherto left unmentioned his kingdom spreads from the 14th floor all the way to the missing link up his cuff he carries funk and wagnalis and marches incognito from metropolis to the letter box at six a.m. he sends a thousand faxes to promote communication he writes on fishskins with a no. 2 pencil caterpillars prowl earth groomed primly as ballroom catfish caterpillars turn to salt licked slowly as scholarly pamphlets a verb of elucidation: there is no 13th floor in my building & my 81yearold neighbor, who secretly mistrusts trends in arts, tells me he's a futurist. what a tryste, says i (to myself). & his shelves simply itch, inch upon inch, with 1967 funk&wag'n'alyce pedic cylops. & he mixes faxes & knows his news. gist of it is, he's a magician. . 0 Comments:est. feb. 5, 2004 A.D. |
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