a four-stroke engine mowing down the koan
a riveting star from a froggy pollywog
high, tense wires thrum gutsy catacombs play me you violin
even the wind's been plagiarized O turn in it!
some say the world ends with desire how nice
But I'm the mayor of Dansig pirouettes of the last snow demur
same old damning quest daddy, will I die?
blind as Lear weeping three old monkeys whistle Winn Dixie in the rain
squalls you get the feeling there'll be more, the same
Daddy I am the mayor Of the bells, bells, the bells:
crushing pressure the diamond's heaven the diamond's hell
And I don't have the body to sing electric, balls
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SONNET #6: I Couldn't See the Lake for the Trees
the pastry prologue up above where whorleds collide
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