When I say "October" I feel
compelled to say "again."
People are disappointed.
A military aircraft flies overhead
and makes great noise as I try to teach.
People are disappointed.
Today somebody said, "I saw a scorpion in
my house,": and her friend said, "That's impossible."
People are disappointed.
In Syria alone there are two million
refugees. And elsewhere refugees. Refugees.
People are disappointed.
Over the years, several times, I've said,
"I can't influence anything political."
People are disappointed.
Into the o's of October, I stuff
my acrid outrages, what a joke.
People are disappointed.
I tried to tell someone about jazz,and the
person said, "You mean like Light Jazz on FM?"
People are disappointed.
I think I've died a hundred times, and yet
I still look forward to death.
People are disappointed.
hans ostrom 2013
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