Thursday, December 24, 2009

parachutists of the pink disaster

so I have a new hat
that's just not good enough to stop the world

FDR himself in Morocco said that a hat is only an abstraction
of sex
of therefore the dream of war

Stalin of course leaned right over and requested
a retranslation

what the fuck he said he said
does he mean it?

all the while my new hat Tzara fishattack buried
treasure as if the goats had gone crazy now

down by the river the hatmen leaning in
a certain stench that cries over the hills

Paulus wringing his hands in apology
like oh I didn't really mean it

sorry I have gone back to Stalingrad
where my love waits
with machine chocolate

is this the end
is this
the end?


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