After a Night at the Comedy Club

Cover of Planet of the and dog....

I agree with Lorca, two has never been a number
But merely anguish and sorrow


Let the mathematicians eat in darkened rooms
Weeping into their soup

Yes I think that’s right


If I go on in this way I’ll birth a goddess from my forehead
And she’ll be a real bitch


I agree also with Lorca that the dead spend their time
Gobbling up their own hands


Yes that was me—picking mushrooms
Singing songs by Blake


“How lucky Kabir is, that surrounded by all this joy
he sings inside his own little boat.”

Excerpt From
Robert Bly


I like my mistakes more than my triumphs
They’re loyal


Right down to DNA
Ice is my country


I love it when Lorca says
This is not death, it is a fruit stand

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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