I sit at the striped, canary yellow
No Canary Row.
(I never finished that book either, to be
Candide).
Now bemused,
Now nearly bored.
Now frenetic and feral.
My long-hand is no match for my keyboarding.
In this state.
Of non-sense,
Everyone is a poet.
Everyone is an idiot.
Everyone is exactly who they are.
And perhaps we are just dummies.
Silent until we realize we are they,
and, they are
Leftover
pure fools,
Fools.
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