What did you leave the apartment for?

In honor of Jim Foritano.

 

Whooping insolence…[check]

Doodlesack ditties…[check]

Sardonic world-weariness…[czech]

Ejaculative portents ??

Sorry, that’s in the next aisle.

So I tugged on the store fixture till it toppled,

carrying that aisle’s superfluity into this one

because I bring everything together, no matter their relative relevance.

 

I don’t claim to be a prophet

But I’d sign up to be Tolstoy of the Zulus.

Did you hear the one about the motivational speaker who

lost his ability to translate cuneiform?

 

You couldn’t because I haven’t written it yet.

And when I do

you won’t understand it anyway.

Andy Oram
April 10, 2022

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