CHI 91 ATL 85
I only read the sports section. It’s the only section I trust to be the truth.
There used to be something
called a newspaper
Third person
objective
supposedly
(but not actually
of course)
Hand-held campfires
Elders passing on
the most important stories of the day
supposedly
(but not actually
of course)
A slow motion Jacob’s Ladder
falling horizontally
and made from the molted skin
of long-dead snakes
A borderline mystical
piece of garbage
And they were everywhere
Like a secular (kind of)
disposable (sort of)
Torah (or something)
Hold up
Fold up
Leave behind
A strange clumsy elegance to it
Like wrapping cables
properly
or tying a tie
A simple-enough-seeming dance
I could never
all the way
master
Like the electric slide
or smoking a cigar
or shuffling cards cool
like they do in the movies
called a newspaper
Third person
objective
supposedly
(but not actually
of course)
Hand-held campfires
Elders passing on
the most important stories of the day
supposedly
(but not actually
of course)
A slow motion Jacob’s Ladder
falling horizontally
and made from the molted skin
of long-dead snakes
A borderline mystical
piece of garbage
And they were everywhere
Like a secular (kind of)
disposable (sort of)
Torah (or something)
Hold up
Fold up
Leave behind
A strange clumsy elegance to it
Like wrapping cables
properly
or tying a tie
A simple-enough-seeming dance
I could never
all the way
master
Like the electric slide
or smoking a cigar
or shuffling cards cool
like they do in the movies
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