Lackadaisical (February)

 

[For Frances Devlin Glass] Feckin fecund February second, most wholly uselessly passable of all possible daze (Mother O’Groanin!) to cerebrate himself’s very owned birth into this veil of tares, this wilde weird web. And while we’re about it, raise a glass to his comely bumly mollifying death-reviving scribble-de-tomes that, they do, the long day thoroughout recollect for us ulysses-type everyones the green crumbly nation Yougropaeans nominate Laggardocilecall, subject of his very selfish’s every turd taught, his every fecund thought being the said tumbly bumblies aforesworn, his first tort the next word added to his doubling-over capitals of fair afar Lookadaisychain!