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Standing Open-Mouthed Before the Department Realizing What Having Alzheimers Really Means

This mouth from which Demosthenes and Lenny Bruce once jumped with equal frequency hangs open now, a sagging factory door hung from a rusted hinge. Inside, the floor is marred by stumps of broken bolts that mark the grease streaked corners of machinery scars, where something too big to be moved has been removed neverthelessContinue reading “Standing Open-Mouthed Before the Department Realizing What Having Alzheimers Really Means”

The Mad Professor Goes to Hear the Deans Explain the Budget

I like to go dressed up as death when the faculty meets the king. I like to put my death mask on to hear the eunuchs sing. I love to hear their budget lies, they have such a musical ring. I always wear my totenkopf to hear the eunuchs sing. I like to see themContinue reading “The Mad Professor Goes to Hear the Deans Explain the Budget”

The Mad Professor’s Vengeance

The Mad Professor has been reading Whitman again and as always goes down to the boardwalk to visit Roscoe the Uncommon Man, who hates to be called “homeless” because “This planet’s my home. And if we don’t wise up to that, the saucer people are going to take it away from us.” Under La MaisonContinue reading “The Mad Professor’s Vengeance”

Kevin Hayter Shows Picasso at The Lincroft Inn

For my wife, Sandra (1942-2013) We hung Picasso’s sketch up on the wall we hung it on a coat hook, all we had for temporary hanging, and although we knew our lifetime’s wages couldn’t buy the like. we hung it like some paint by number trash or the scrawl of someone’s child, framed for aContinue reading “Kevin Hayter Shows Picasso at The Lincroft Inn”

Light Shafts in the Campus Woods

All trees grow up the light, sun shapes their list or slant sun shapes their cast or cant and twists them left or right or turns them back again. Sun shifts and they pursue sun shifts and twist turns through the dance light does and then light lifts them up the air. Suns shafts likeContinue reading “Light Shafts in the Campus Woods”