My Name Is Not Susan
Good evening from a dreamy
day, an ethereal evening,
and then, tonight, you ran away
with all of the mercy, all of our
photographs, all of the good,
and, worst of all, you ran from\
that of you who was, well, you.
Who was you. (?) Who are you?
that of you who was, well, you.
Who was you. (?) Who are you?
I mean, what I thought I knew
has to be irrelevant, miniscule,
yet you is something that, to
me, was always clear, or, well,
only occasionally somewhat
only occasionally somewhat
murky. Whatever the case is,
or is, whatever I knew, I know
now that I did not knew. The
The new know is irrevocably no,
is irrevocably wrong, and it just
isn't right. It's paradoxical, and
not the least bit paradisical. It's
as wrong
as a particularly jolly
Santa speaking his ho ho ho’s
when the
vinyl is spinning
backwards, which would
be counterclockwise, I believe.
With those purported 'satanic'
messages on certain albums
from the 1970’s. Yes, I believe
the incorrect way for a vinyl
to spin, or the correct way
to spin it incorrectly, would
be counterclockwise. But
from the 1970’s. Yes, I believe
the incorrect way for a vinyl
to spin, or the correct way
to spin it incorrectly, would
be counterclockwise. But
then again, it seems
to me that I've
been wrong about