For What Ails You
Sometimes when I’m blue
and nothing seems to do
where I go
is Pogo.
I scrounge my Pogo books from Burke’s Bookstore. They’re cheap, used as they are. I lie in bed and read about Churchy LaFemme and Howland Owl conniving to drag Pogo into their latest scheme. I laugh. I turn the page.
These are not comics popular during my childhood, oh no. Walt...