this too is stuff



Kant Kant
In that order, dear Columbia
O and E together again, sort of
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iii
old Iron John
the Columns
legba in amber
the big twist
bonebox
a spider
re; sound and vision
O alone, he finds
anonymous and untitled
stopping by the fridge on a snowy evening
on tippy toes I sneak, I crawl
down darkened stair, through quiet hall
at half past one, while others sleep
slink silent I, with light foot fall
past window bare and cold I creep
I note the shadows hanging steep
tosst to floor by waxing moon
so slumber all, this night is deep
the floor boards sing their creaky tune
I dance my feet across them, soon
I'll be within the kitchen, there
leftovers from this afternoon
O with my silent careful care
I open wide our frigidaire
and what shall I perchance to take?
not plum, not peach, and not a pear
for it is too loud for me to make
a blenderful of fruited shake
perhaps I'll eat this hostess cake
yes, I think I'll eat this hostess cake
even though somebody forgot to wrap it up and it's kind of dry
they'd eaten every one!
a pea green modified jupiter z

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