Keats: A Parody
Sorry, off to the funny papers!
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This is intriguing. You cannot leave us hanging there. Elucidate, do.
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John,
I read it before it vanished, and it was good. I guess that it might be on the road to publication by now. |
John, thanks for the interest. I can't post the most recent look at Keats, but here's one, below, a bit shopworn, as a place holder.
Douglas, Glad you saw it and liked it! It may be back to take a bow. You may have seen this one: On Last Looking into Hefner’s Playboy Much have I traveled where no man grows old, where surgically shaped women lie and preen round sunny L. A. pool sides. As a teen, I knew the narcissistic playbook cold, and through my youth and midlife blithely trolled, heedless of the geriatric scene. Never thinking years would dull the sheen of buxom Barbies in the center-fold, I now feel like a scanner of dark skies who looks for newborn starlets but finds porn; or shriveled Hef himself, whose bloodshot eyes see sirens in retreat—and charm outworn, all lust a bust, hangs limp in his demise, breathless, upon the Disney Matterhorn. Appeared in Ghost Trees (Kelsay Books) |
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