The Mezunian

Summer’s end ~ the smell o’ dead grass; the mower growls.

Hothaze sky ~black birds hold paradecalling fall…

Decadent summer ~blissful antsbutterdrowned.

<Doctor, it hurts when I lift my arms>. <Then stop lifting your arms>. – An ol’ joke. Hegel remarks somewhere that all great world-historic facts and personages appear, so to speak, twice. He forgot to add: the first time as tragedy, the second time as farce. – ¡Rrrring! ¡Bing! Carlos Marukusu There’s an old saying […]