| I the award-winning ceremonies light up the candelabrum but what to any purpose? oh to a purpose they do II I put it either of two ways for you you eat my bag of Frito-Lays or poo this from my staff of writers keynote bought for the price of one new C-note III they drift away and come back laughing in a new suit of clothes sans collar maybe it's rolled down into their shirt to coin an image IV you wrap into some new image quelques pensées for what it's worth not here you hear and from the rear me too in vacancy V happiness was like a little star tipped on its side all day long and into the night VI for them it is a holiday the feast of new business the wrecking crew VII red VII red this is no joke VIII Jacob Epstein the sculptor for your bust no Gaston Lachaise undoubtedly IX they tore down the mortuary for the sake of an apartment building which made the old church cuter but then they tore it down too the old church for an apartment building X soft as any thigh the underdown of any Kolinsky brushes XI your face is like a warm peach with the sun on its folds hot XII merchant your melons are for sale as at some wayside bazaar in the Casbah or somewhere XIII like Robespierre's têtes the city has a mind of its own XIV small and tortured the Monterey pine is beautiful as bonsai XV where do they camp the Yahoos as in some sacred pilgrimage I have been with Houyhnhnms XVI I have eaten my (2) chocolate cake and (2) orange juice and on an airplane flight I have had the jet lag the world going one way and me another XVII poised over the match flame she lights her brazier in the stereotypical night full of whatnot and stars |