the crepuscular animadversions of the departing acolytes
float like deflated stars over the darkening river
thousands of cartons of green beans
wait patiently in the harbor
no one is to blame
and yet all are to blame
you read that in a book somewhere
but, trust me, jerry won’t stand for it
he is old school
he will tell you what to do
with your crepuscular animadversions
and your departing acolytes
and you will wake up on sunday
but you won’t read the funnies
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