Joan Pond
REMAINING CLUELESS
Nantucket Looms,
as the Chicken Box booms.
This early AM,
Ted Kennedy seems green
about the gills.
Guess he had his fill
of the Club Car.
I know the feeling.
I’d been there before,
with a loser-type.
He’d asked if I believed in reincarnation,
after I’d had a few.
Sober,
I wouldn’t have
a clue.
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