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- A Conrad Dimple Poem III
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A Conrad Dimple Poem III
The Python
from the channeled spirit of Conrad Dimple
"Blitzlightpuver, Boy!" bellows Heinz,
our light, line and shadow hunter.
"I must capture Mister Tweedy!"
A man-child
we call Boy — N!xau in click tongue —
hauls flash powder tins on his back.
The campsite is crackle
and darkness.
Pop!
Smoke.
Black dust settles on scales
and calves, ankles,
and bare feet still kicking,
like fresh baby in the field.
Dear Mistress Tweedy,
Three nights it coiled in Mister Tweedy's
sleep sack, slumbering not,
watchful, waiting.
If only we had made it
into stew...
Sincerely,
Conrad Dimple
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copyright d. dixon
2.29.2008
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- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 15 years agomagazines. Your kind support will get me into Harvard, Yale, or Bogus State.<p>Well, perhaps not.<p>My comment:<p> Conrad finds a snake. Too late / For Tweedy, N(click)xau finds his rake // To smooth a grave. We are, now, comfy /
Here in Africa, although afraid. // Our Connie wants to climb a tree, / Hang upside down. Ingrained, you see.
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This means I liked it, convolutedly.
