Weekly Sonnet 28

Reading Invitation to a Beheading in Cadillac

The copy still has the original
plastic dust-cover cover with wood-grain
patternèd trim—textured brown, anyway.

(Alternate title: Explaining Deer Day
to Everyone Else.) Page twenty-one stamp
as usual. Is it not horrible
—O!—that Christmas music is already
being complained about? The truer pain
will be next week: “Da Turdy Point Buck.” Vamp
me some “Alice’s Restaurant,” please do.

All the schools have the day off (I’ll meet you
down at the Big Yellow Joint). Remedy
this Orwelled mood of mine. (Every other
year, proudly.) Be (not) always Big Brother!