AUTUMN
POMPATUS OF PESSIMISSIM APPROACHES AUTUMN
A beautiful sun-browned longhipster Good bones 1/2 leg indigo
tatt Wobbly kid drops biscuit onto grass Mother in floppy straw
hat It’s okay +hands it back Our baby-bulldog laid up with beaver
fever from eating the grass This is not a pristine field in Tobermory
Sparkly cardboard wolf howls at the soon harvest moon in the sky in
daytime How did it come so soon? 2 yoga Goddesses scrap+lick upon
said grass Downward dogs Tongues flirt with beaver virus too This is
not only not a field in Tobermory it is not a place you will find the Gangster
of Love anytimesoon
I know a woman who has sworn off parks She favours white peaches+believes in
empathy At dinner last week she cried over Hitchbot’s demise Vandalized beyond
repair in Philadelphia I will not tell her that a hunkered-woman with snaky hair just
queried: Can I talk to you? NO No? NO Now likely circling back to bludgeon
me
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Hitchbot: a Canadian social experiment designed to travel the world. It is immobile
+relies on the kindness of strangers. Recently spent a week in a heavy metal band
+had its portrait painted in the Netherlands. Final photos will not be released in
order to protect young fans.
Autumn 2015 slouching toward Toronto to be born
songanddancegirl 