The Ishmael Gradsdovic Papers, part forty-four
Part 44 of the papers is a collection of some of Ishmael Gradsdovic's
poetry.
The sorry old queen
is writing books
while dinner burns
A cactus cactus cactus
cactus cactus
isn't regularly a house
Grandfather is old his big ears
can't hear me any more
his eyes aren't in his face
if he decides to grow a moustache tomorrow
I'll say he changed
What can I tell the sky tomorrow
When I brush my teeth??
Nirvana must be purple
like new bruises
and cure hiccoughs
better than sugar under the tongue
What would people do if
we didn't have wings she
thought and took a brand
new pen out of her big
book bag
If everyone knew where everyone
else put their last booger and when
the world would come to an end or else
the dead would come back to life and
chase us around in circles on the fields
of Woodstock
You warty frog
the gnats aren't free
what do you care of Mia Farrow?
You natty dog
the dart's no tree
what do you prove of Clarence Darrow?
You polly wog
You don't know me
And I don't know about tomorrow
Yesterday's lover is dead
do I have to love her all over
again today
of course not
but the waterfall springs from ice
fish swim in the water
mountains of bones return to the sea
If I could think like you
attack an apple
the mountains stand still
and the wind hears them
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