44 Here Comes Coy to Save the Motherland

[Michael Bailey]

 alice wellintown  wrote:

>
> If I want a savory dish of characters cut close to the bone, pricking
> and pleasing the poignant buds of palate sweet, sour, salty, pungent,
> I will not spend a penny at Pynchon's broom closet kitchen. Mine is a
> spoiled appetite, one that savors with senses five or six and would
> sooner eat ideas from  dustbins swept by historian-revisionist brooms
> than a spinner of yarns less he fill my ears to a swollen satisfaction
> with beautiful words. This IV is meat I tire of cutting into with
> sharpened blade only to break a tooth on its bones.
>

de gustibus, or non-, one might dispute
of correspondents cute or not so cute
like Slothrop with a beard like Hemingway's;
of the wealth of the preterite sent into frays
by Them who've lost their souls pursuing gain
so ill-defined as to include others' pain;
the mindless pleasures thinking souls spurn
as pursuits of those who never learn
may turn out to be in the final analysis
- if 'twere ever performed - communion chalices
replete with saving fluid and running o'er;
the humble chores and fool's quests
the tale's details that may seem to bore
mayhap include the finest of the jests...



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--- "Bearing in mind that either I don't know
or it'll be my ass if I tell you, what is it, man?" - Coy Harlingen