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It all started several years ago with a Harvard/Berkeley professor’s
“Montage to Peanut Brittle.”
And it got worse each year since then.
But I swear to God
if I hear another 25-page, magnum opus about the significance
of a diamond-shaped peanut in the evacuated bowels
from the partner of a flannel-shirt wearing lesbian
who committed suicide on ex-lax, suppositories and soma
I’m going to make my own Galatea
and she’s going to be
an epileptic midget with long fingers.
Leave poetry to those with talent
and leave your peanut brittle at the
Salvation Army Soup Line.
“Montage to Peanut Brittle.”
And it got worse each year since then.
But I swear to God
if I hear another 25-page, magnum opus about the significance
of a diamond-shaped peanut in the evacuated bowels
from the partner of a flannel-shirt wearing lesbian
who committed suicide on ex-lax, suppositories and soma
I’m going to make my own Galatea
and she’s going to be
an epileptic midget with long fingers.
Leave poetry to those with talent
and leave your peanut brittle at the
Salvation Army Soup Line.