Dedicated to Donna Williams

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A banging whimper

Someone clones himself,
Someone clones his cat.
If both did the same thing
One might say: and then they lived happy forever
The President (with capital letters) gives up golf, in mourning for his victims,
People he has assassinated.
Jan Palach died in vain,
for now there are the twins
in the bordering country,
they didn’t even need cloning, they are clones
for a gift of God,
Who anyway makes many mistakes, and left a nevus
On the face of one.
But they are identical morons.

My little dog was abducted from me,
(the dearest creature who had me)
from the police. For this the police is made.
Like machine guns on Coke distributors.
While nukes fall on the planet.
Let’s have fun, in the great blaze.

ah, Paolo, even your poetry tugs at my heartstrings. . .


Merle