Today's poem is by James Malone Smith
Smartmouth and The Mysteries
Year upon year I know less and less
about time. It gits like nobody's business,though I suspicion it is not. Verily,
I am content with dust snug in corners.
I wander around scroungy as John the Baptist.And no longer implored to worship anything,
free of idol chitchat, I snoop about the premises.At Easter Vigil the priest has angels at the tomb
and a mirth quake. Shaken, he addressedthe State of the Jungian, and God's rabbity
elbow in my ribs made me jump and yelp.So when I read in a caption, "Maryland woman
now Buddhist lama," I hear my oftenmisquoted mother driving her enormous car.
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