What You Get
Demagoguery is a parlor game not
to be undertaken by those who
would rather enjoy their lives.
(I know there’s a pony in here somewhere.)
The world needs
milkshakes
that are made by
shaking milk.
No need to
dispense with the
things that work but
Still, the evening invites humor,
a sip of something rude,
a friend who slaps you
roughly on the back and
kisses you on the forehead.
Nitrogen bubbles inside your tissue,
the world something palatable.
This is all that’s given to us.
From the collection Fields of Satchmo
Photo by MJV
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