If I don’t
have to explain
Then we
will probably get along
Like breathing
and air
Because I
can trust you
If given the
choice
Between the
fancy, bright storefront
And the
dusty curiosity shop
To choose
the right door
To brave
the musk and the dank
Just in
case, on the off chance
They might
be discussing parallel dimensions
And have a
way to travel between them
I know, as
well, you won’t be upset
When a
random bird flies by
To drop a
pail of orange paint
Right on
top of your house
You will
see the good luck in it
Grab your
paint brush
And finish
the job it started
Kevin
Shapiro understands it
Though he
is often dead
And I understand
it
What he
has done to me
Keeps me
searching for the impossible
To happen like
the ordinary
It is Zen
Disorganized
in a Dada poem
The Snark is not place or time
The Snark is you
You are Snark
Snark out!
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