.
He’d come to claim he
knew
The Wisdom Game, the name,
the mercies and the
dividends of
.
which he knew could at
his sensitive
direction lend an
unexampled scheme
of glory to the World
re: how to travel on
.
and to and through
the silver dream of
living with a minimum
of angsty fuss.
He’d saved his money,
bought a bus
.
and had it painted
green and gold
and red and mauve and
cobalt blue,
devised a hat upon
which perched
.
a two-beaked bird whose
face he’d
made the icon of the Third
Benign
Elective One to whom
all countesses
.
poured out their indiscretions
as he lay
in waiting for the
needy throngs to say just
how to right their wrongs.
He could go on
.
like this for all
eternity and then, right
after when, begin the
whole banana
skin calamity again,
again, again.
.
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