Tuesday, February 22, 2011

when plucking words from the likes of bud fischer...

comic

he thinks i
can only.

his eyes,
this
last snapshot
an action:
click and out.

gophers and posies
we find on the side,
hoping and praying
for chance.

gone line blown only bags full.

bird box swish - thr-heee always.

this car,
that basket:
for fire
wood
fire
wood.
chop
up.
for fire
wood
fire
wood.

boom. soft:
know it solid.

just a bump -
your head against the ceiling
my head against the ceiling.
exalted,
exalted after hand and foot.
exalted...spoken.

peculiar thing bangs into your looking,
i heard,"firm firm."

i'm glad
i feel
i got my chest.
i heard in the world of the night
sunshine, the door.

fire
wood:
da-da-da-da-da-da-dah.

rough
in the floor
so much:
la-la-la-la-la-laah!

i don't want.
i want -
i'll do that pleasure.

"ooky... ooky" to himself...
what's wrong? stop crying.

i have hunch enough,
now surely i'll be surprised.

in. this. i've you. and now wise
to. to sever connections that will be
lovely -
squawking or still.

(from found cut up fragments of comic strip panels from a 1927 sunday comic section.)

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