for Standard Schaefer
for word's lack of a better
you and everyone and I would do it,
provided we. the typical bits (c'mon,
baby, it's natural) would jangle
in a pocket, wheat pennies awaiting
their nostalgic mark-up. Their noster
make up. Later, the scene en toto
would go in a bigger pocket, with
the drummer from Toto "and your
little dog too." Much would be
forgotten, though not the words to "Africa"
of which I too am specially suspicious.
Dendrite would leave the
synapse, elope with a bum axon and
we would meet on good terms, as
at a wake. You got lost, the direct-
ions neglecting tunnel construction,
you could've died, obviously, what're
you going to do? No, really.