How many fascists in high places
Gopher Prairie’s Somnambulant
"I love America, but I don't like it." *
Asleep in one dimensional word hovels,
ghosts of Dickens squirm
like a psalmist for the first little pig’s last party
First
there were
the reefers
Next
came
the huffers
Followed by
the buzz runners
Fire & crystal
forged
into
a conundrum
Flimflam Damn
the Rapper Mann
could not
crank off
or blame a DJ
hand job
remix 4
Could not
regurgitate
the
swallowed
sounds
Match
the
referential hyperbole
reinvented
for high crime
Improv,
etwas
* Sinclair Lewis
anticipating
Slaughterhouse-Five
who set
Kesey
frei for a story named after the 3rd goose . . .
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