His last appearance was on February 13, 2000,
the big-head, loser, cartoon kid from Peanuts, Charlie Brown;
but I saw him today—1/7/15—on my screen.
He wasn’t playing baseball, fighting a kite-eating tree,
nor thinking of the Red-Haired Girl beside an autumn leaf;
nor was he, Good Old Charlie Brown, there shouting out “Good grief.”
I saw him on a gray-white bench beneath a cloud-filled sky.
His big, round head was in his hands. I could not see his eyes.
It seemed like he was mumbling something—words that were in French.
It sounded like je suis Charlie, oui—on that gray-white bench.
Bruce Wise is a poet interested in the Internet and Modernist, Postmodernist, and New Millennialist China. “This poem is written by one of my French charichords, U Carew Delibes. My charichords are anagrams of my own name, hence they are me–just scrambled!”
George Panagopoulos is an Artist, Writer, and Comedian from Worcester, MA.
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