Saturday, March 19, 2011

NEW: Gold by Rufo Q

Oh good grief, Benozzo Gozzoli, it's
like looking at a photo of yourself
as a child: where did it all go wrong?
There was a world of cushions once, before the C.E.O.
was stapled by his tongue to the toilet-bowl.
Oh sing that lullaby again, Good Grief,
the golden one.

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