.pretending to nod to Ezra.

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pretending to read
mr. ezra pound, while
de facto, you’re lost every time
he changes lines and
languages.

he must be boastful
when alive; that or
a fucked up psychopath.
but the other day i saw
a photograph of a young him,

and he was cute:
then he must be a jerk-face
like any other high-school jock.
anyway.

i make Lady Gaga, my
idol (one of em) to speak
in my mind those words
that i found the other day
and had kept with me
since then.
see image below.

so following
i am now on the seventh
canto, undergone the afores,
might have understood
what they meant,
or maybe not.
i have a sharp

memory, so maybe
a second reading might
help.
or a third.

the Gaga quote-image talked about above

• after sonja benskin mesher’s awesome poetic style that has always amazed me, and of which I’ll be in awe of always. Particularly after this poem, .pretending i am in venice., which was just genius and a response to Jake’s prompt, make pretend, as this piece of mine is supposed to be, a very late and out dated response. Hope this counts Jake.

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