Garçon. A new
tablecloth
please. This
one has
poems
spilt upon it.
*
Today's
specials are
spelt out on
the table-
cloth. After
you have
read them
please ball
the paper &
place it in
the finger-
bowl. I hope
you like
the flower
that un-
folds. It is the
special
sans paroles.
*
Fucking
Prévert. He
can pay for
the tablecloths
next time.
1 comment:
A wonderful poem!
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