The Prince of Orange

                Now. Tell me how much I am to respect
                the Prince of Orange. In that fine-spun prose
                that fine-spun rosy prose.

                How sheen it is! (Talk of dopey Raggedy Ann
                hanging from a peg is talk
                stained purple from sour grapes.

                So they say.) What a fine ring
                (or is it twang?) the word “frivolous”
                possesseth. Yea.

                About dead Arthur. Who knows but I
                that he loved licorice and
                marshmallows?

                Not you swell fellows and girls no no
                Nor you swell girls and fellows.

                Gilbert Sorrentino, The Orangery, p. 57

                Camille Martin
                http://www.camillemartin.ca