Saturday, November 13, 2004

HERE COME THE WARM JETS

Using cues purloined
From an island of ferns
Boars elms buzzards

Satisfying to waver
Hatless before the unkempt
Throngs, a simple cup

Of almonds shaking in the heavy
Wind, there is a man from this
Island who self-expired

Into a dizzy of chords, but
Don’t you know that
Only seemed to make things worse

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