a dubious enterprise.
My mother’s friend has a turkey named Even-So.
My mother’s friend has a turkey named Even-So.
A plain blow-by-blow
account, never cracking wise,
straight from the point of view of the Cogito,
account, never cracking wise,
straight from the point of view of the Cogito,
whose viewpoint's occasionally rather
dim, if I may say so,
but usually brings stars to the eyes
of my mother’s friend’s turkey, Even-So.
but usually brings stars to the eyes
of my mother’s friend’s turkey, Even-So.
My God, how radical
we're getting, now that we have been disguised
in the motley garb of the Cogito
we're getting, now that we have been disguised
in the motley garb of the Cogito
really just pulling a
rope-a-dope,
while the Cogito is distracted by the sunrise—
a turkey named Even-So
while the Cogito is distracted by the sunrise—
a turkey named Even-So
stalking around the iron clothesline pole
and always presenting with an alternative
point of view from that of the Cogito—
that of my mother’s friend and her turkey named Even-So.
and always presenting with an alternative
point of view from that of the Cogito—
that of my mother’s friend and her turkey named Even-So.
