ON & ON

Ken Pobo


ON & ON Tommy goes on & on about some lovely man with a bushy black beard and hard thighs. I go on & on about a red abutilon in my garden, a smash hit last summer and now blooming itself silly this spring. Marsha goes on & on about cemeteries, says she gathers peace with every stone she sees. This going on & on about beauty... why do we do it? Why keep gassing on that which leads us closer to silence?



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