Thursday, September 22, 2016


The Man Who Dreams Theories

wakes up content
because he knows.

Will he eventually give
his thought to mankind?

Never! What have they
done but perversion?

They would turn his work
into meretricious trash!

A committee visits him,
bringing Dunkin Donuts,
and he softens. He’ll make
available his intellect.

“One cannot, finally, insist on
The Ideal!” finally intoning
through a Boston Creme.

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A donut-softened landing.
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