very soon, now, the whole bagger’s crashing down
it’s having a certain deleterious effect
a switching to laudanum after months on spiced green tea
for fear and cattiness, the fiddler plays, urging
highstep, dance, and figure. keep the cradled crowd from clapping
tinny as an eardrum set on the calliope months of space
just don’t speak when all the words come crashing in,
they will you know, come crashing in.
and then the world will open like a proud beggar.
fist raised and open, holding gleaming coins to clutch
hurricanes are on their way and gleaming
find the glimmering path and stop your maundering,
col-parr cal-perr van diggledy mopster
i have a small self to barter with, here’s me.
for all my self, here’s something shiny.
operate the painless sign and cut its arms away,
keep its feet from chopping on the block
or clogging their fast way, flown downstreet and up
by creating a cornucopia of words on which to feast, what then?
fool, tell the truth when you stand on your spongebox!
don’t let those deepsea dwellers have all the stuff!
keep on trying when all you want to do is sleep
sleep and sleep some more.