Gottlieb Zipper

Sense Professor

“In these uncertain times,” said Gottlieb,
“The yellow hats,” not so popular on 5th Avenue,
“Were a Colonel Mustard dream.”
Pale and confused, student blue resumed.
“Professor, my paper, the ink and the zipper?”
“Think, son.” Scraping white nonsense in tingles
“The world is a body, the bird is flying
The zipper is ripping and the earth’s coat is dying.”
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Very Outward Plausibility

Two plump mounds drawn on the blackboard
“Don’t quit your day job, Picasso.” Said student zipper.
He was frustration’s scarf on the deck of a confusion boat
Crumbles of chalk, like malted minds covered Gottlieb’s hands.
Back row Charlie’s North Star rose like a zipper.
“The Golden Arches, like those of Rome,
Are anthill fights like Burger King groans.”
Sudden Gottlieb, like peeling wall paint shouted
“A square is a box fish, like a knife is a gun
A line is a zipper from the earth to the sun.”