Poetry
In living there is always
the terror
of being stung
of something
coming for you
on the unavoidable wave.
So, little Ashenputtel & her groom
sit up in their palace,
growing fat
and ruling badly. Not exactly
role models for a new generation.
I mean, sure –
she had it rough
(her father made us realise early
how useful it would be to keep her
down)
– but that’s no reason
to push her weight around now.
She hasn’t, it seems, thought it out
very carefully.
It may seem somewhat odd that I, a racketeer and gangster, was suspected of making Cuba a safe place for the National Bank. But having made such an impression with my reports, prophecies and ancillary publications that the Federal Government, aided by a sycophantic mass, had declared me likely to generate flippers, I can see why I might have been a plausible suspect – the crime, after all, was committed by sea. The accusation, when it came, nonetheless caught me by surprise; I wasn’t quite certain at first how I should respond. After a while, I rang the bureau.
... (read more)So, little Ashenputtel & her groom
sit up in their palace,
growing fat
and ruling badly. Not exactly
role models for a new generation.
I mean, sure –
she had it rough
(her father made us realise early
how useful it would be to keep her
down)