what i liked about e.e. cummings
was that he cut away from
the holiness of the
Defunct can stand in for death. Death is mystical, yet familiar. Too familiar to contemplate. Now defunct. There’s a word to paint a pretty picture. Death is somehow not final. We can be resurrected (they believe), we can rise again (they believe). Death is a way station. Death is a short commute to oblivion. Now what more can be said about the state of de-funked-ness?
gave us lines
that sliced through the
on the farm the chickens ate the vegetables and the skunks ate the chickens. then the skunks died. then the farmer offed hisself. and started a worm farm. He was dead. But not defunct. Yet.
We can get up in the face of death and ask the question. We can play chess with Him like in that old black and white. Yes, we can ask the question
and what i want to know is
how do you like your blueeyed boy