razzafragging riggamuck!
ignore the grumbles, look at this instead.
June 18th, 2004
In Paris, there is: a poem and a zombie tombstone
In Paris, there is a girl who
Never wears shoes. She’s from
One of those broken countries
Huddled near Greece.
She sings to an empty blanket
That tourists buy food for.
Her lover plays guitar
Badly, in my alley.
In Prague, there is a painter
Who paints self portraits that look
Like landscapes. You get the painting
Home, admire the Charles Bridge,
Then notice, in the corner, there is
A painter who paints self portraits.
In San Francisco, there is a man
Carrying a sign of Impending
Doom. On the back is an ad
For a record store.
