State Fair

Suppose we crown our symphony, Hecate’s Symphony—‘On the Genuine In Art’—with some Old growth sour apples, grandma Style. Suppose we pronounce the day dead At dawn, kaput, finis, finished. Rain all day, my friends, a wash out. Suppose we market some saliva soap, —Eh?—sell it as ‘The French Kiss’, Salubrious Soft Skin—and then, Suppose weContinue reading “State Fair”