poem || Jeff Harrison

Insisting All Cent Susan Circus Know

 

old Herr Bibliothekarius,
my dear friend he was,
where is he now?

All Cent Susan Circus Know:
"you, Herr Bibliothekarius,
are Herr Bibliothekarius,
none but Herr Bibliothekarius,
as you've always been, here, Herr
Bibliothekarius, Herr Bibliothekarius,
why you ask me for your dear friend?"

Herr Bibliothekarius' houses
are very clean / here
the grass grows a lot
and too much dust
the dust is unsheathed
our soliloquies like dust

All Cent Susan Circus Know:
"your dust pastured, then, to plaything height?"

away, All Cent Susan Circus Know, away