The Mezunian

Die Positivität ist das Opium des Volkes, aber der Spott ist das Opium der Verrückten

Waste Land Sonnet

Accompanying music.

April is the coolest month1,

breeding flies & leaking oil.

¡Plastic stomachs’ filthy fluff!

¡Mattresses with ripped-up coils!

Here the seagulls sing their squawks

through the acid lemon rain

over rusty concrete blocks

with glass shards & worthless change.

Spread your arms, feel all the brine,

bang your heads while ravens cry,

«HURRY UP PLEASE IT IS TIME.»

Footnotes:

  • [1] Actually, October is; but that wouldn’t work with this parody. Maybe if I do a «Prufrock Sonnet»…
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