My neighbor came home from the store last night,
and from a large paper bag... he pulled out a 'Flag',
and with the air of arrogance... he started a-strutting to-n-fro;
He then started a-twisten-n-spinnen-n-shaken-it-all-about,
whilst grabbing hold of the 'Flag' and giving it a right quick flick;
Round and round he spun... till he was wrapped to tightly in his 'Flag',
and the glorification of his misguided show of Patriotism;
And all the while he was a-twisten-n-spinnen-n-shaken-it-all-about;
He was a-whoopen-n-a-holleren... then suddenly he cried out;
My! My... What a good Patriot am I!
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
~Nikki~
bet he bitches about paying his taxes
a good picture
a good right
john+