The Cheap Opera Society

"la, la, la"
"za!" ZING - this
column of rows and blocks grows to nil
this mathematical departure.
i want to go away
and not have to participate in an
ant-free background with a friendly
sheepdog
also not have to speedily seek
Education or means
to evade beserkness, melodramatized
friendships; thin, nice men who smell of
mothballs, weak stones cast.
these flash phrases
of Zoroastrian crones
impress me
and safen the ground
i squash.