September 8, 2012

So ‘Twill

while I was whistlin’ Waterloo at Srinagar, a crowd within a congerie made mockery — what was I to do — yes, twigs to choose & further stones to sit upon, but, will they stay put…

‘a glimpse of stocking’ this side of those, everything glows — ‘tho I’m not sick yet, nor even thickset, shall I quickstep over holes or on the poles — & if your rockets are bottl’d (O stop it) ‘I suppose, but what are those’ — unpaid tickets, designer lipstick, & ‘morrows’ pick –Yes, I’d tip-toe,Continue reading “Cell V”