by PJ Nulloczo
One minute you're Mister Cool,
the next you're bonkers from the toes up,
seem normal everywhere except in France.
This little gem by PJ Nulloczo made its way to my Inbox by way of Heaven. It grabs the reader with a direct address, as if picking up halfway through a conversation. The tone is agreeable and confident if a bit irreverent. While some would chastise Mr. Nulloczo for ripping off these two copyright-infringing Russian websites for the bulk of his poem, I think the juxtaposition of disparate found poetry is inspired.
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