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Sunday
Jan032010

The Art of Impression Management

 

Pop-eyed and lugubrious

to the waistcoat born,

patting the bottoms

of his young charges

in that prelapsarian age

while he patrols

his academic satrapy.

 

He rotates his head

as if underwater

when yet another

disappearance is announced.

“Who could do such a thing?” he asks

during Tuesday’s

Whist Night at Dr. Nathan’s

and in the foxed silence

which ensues

lays down the four of clubs,

and carries off the trick.

Reader Comments (1)

dear Johnny

the entire poem rolls off the tongue very nicely

and 'prelapsarian' is an excellent choice.

a wonderful offering to start off the new year

very much enjoyed

silent lotus

January 3, 2010 at 5:47PM | Registered Commentersilent lotus
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