thing not difficult to remember
when attempting to settle into my bathtub of bubbles on the deck
and finding it to be occupied by a Rhinoceros, who, having hung his many hats
on the hooks I did or did not install near
the door of effrontery on the walkway to the tower....(big breath here)
I will not give him the bum's Salmon.....he is getting much fatwa...it is unhealthy... and reminiscent of days when the smoke around Fairfax was watery blue and spoke of oblivion, in a hickory sort of way.....
..the sidewalks have not been muted.....no more
than the clothes have been...
though there are more of them...
.the hensmen pluck them from the altar and wrap them around the third generation........I make the sign of the crosswinds.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I will not accept total responsibility for this piece...let it suffice to say it was inspired to spring, full blown and winged from my clavicle.....by way of another's humorous.....and thank you! ! '>)