November poem
I too
saw the jewell of a Jew bound to the cosmic forces
created and positivellbellating cruelty it would seem
to those bereft of the Key all keyed-up with sharps
& flats–
slots among the flaps
spinners goebelling, even the most cunning
a sterile gerbil
no arts, all-farts tarts,
she said smartly and rapidly drank a cupful
of maciavelli
a poem by Albert Gedraitis©Nov3,2k6
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