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Bongo Hymn #4

Etymological tracery
it’s heaping miles high upon my thinking…
Subterranean foolery
is masking all its ways with self-illusion…
But I, the ever circumspect
not intending ill upon my others…
am counting all my chickens now
here before the Man can come and claim them
And taking all the feathers out
will squirm as he himself is by the chickens roasted…
Hear oh!  the cacophonic grace
of golden Jonah in the social belly.


15 Aug 06

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