Jan 01 2009
After Blake
—- —- There is a silent garden… Where are gossamer wings… A soft flute tube girl dances By the pools of dopamine. Quelle dans! Quelle chant! I am hiding and wounded and wretched and confused; The man who tries to claim things; a false fool Who loves his soft flue tube top Black Sox Scandal! girl. ‘Too bad for him…’; she thinks like a third-rate Orson Welles saboteur. Quelle dans! Quelle chant! Sometimes I catch a billopede to eat Or fish with: a teaching almost audible Song to every eaten leg. Billopedes are considered Delicacies by frontal hoboes. Quelle dans! Quelle chant! Wives overly unfaithful to their oboe husbands, anti-flute Double dreaming… But within Blake there is a magic tree dog in a silent Garden who visits the High Witches all night about these insect problems. What I want? — to be away from — be softer than her beer meta-tubal garden – Quelle dans! Quelle chant! —- —- _____________________________ A.G.’s Home Site: www.gobi-igloo.com
