I wonder about things that may one day rise slowly
from beneath dry, brown grass; the beautiful sights
made visible by the drifting off of clouds, and the
slow telling of tall tales under the hunter’s full moon.
When I tell her I’ve fallen for What Is Unknown, my mother’s face brightens. “She’ll be a good girlfriend for you,” my mother says. “Not stuck up like that trashy Well Known.
The Poem was worried. He’d heard rumors of Rondels in other lands being infested with illogic, and there was no known cure.
Cynosure, gravid, pabulum–
just three of the many
I’d been lucky enough to glimpse
in the last few days.
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I’ll do the liberating for both of us, doll, he says.
In this wildly original montage, Club Des Belugas pays tribute to African American entertainers in mid-century Hollywood.