Cartoons
We are a cartoon: poorly drawn and sketched
Into the comic frames of dystrophy.
Each pane of malnourished philosophy
Squares at the other, over pages—stretched.
Our dysfunction is speckled bright colors—
A popping, vibrant, action-packed palette.
We are painted in the newsprint vignette
Without the darkness, without the pallor.
We are glossy stipples on cheap paper;
The dots and contour lines of the back sheet,
Hidden away for a last minute laugh.
We're dramatized as the int'rest tapers—
The publication's final, funny treat,
And the bad jokes are made on my behalf.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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