Fobby ~
Please bring my
Rostellum, my part of that animal or factory
Resembling a nozzle, a hung projection.
I need the bois de rose rivet washer, that circular
Beam of spiral, resembling a flower opened…
Or Fob, bring me the beam of the spots
On the fur of a leopard,
Or the circular beam
Or in spiral of share
At the base
Of the stem
Of a factory.
Because, Fog, as you know ~
Over the old Coke factory
I live ~
Now clinging on my ~ O know ~
Ledge ~
Obtaining close to the big
Rise of the turn of Santa of the Suicide...
My spring unwound,
That sprung, for Thee ~ During the cruelest month.
Then, yes, transients of suicide. Perchance,
The light, unbedded of the behind ?
Torn, ripped ~ Covers of spring,
Unplugging Thee ~ brings by its clean dead of hand.
Or perhaps A Right Riot of A
Of my hormonal torrent spouted out,
Sprung me out, she did, to Torment I
[Her need for] A dire fate, mine, an aspiration, a exaltation!
The breath expires.
Off to The Libraire I go, Fob,
As you surely know, Fobby, The Libraire,
My all time Fave Place!
In research, moi, on my knees, seeking my form
Selected, O yes, Perfected!
For no one pleases me, but To Be
With Thee for fun ~ And for love, with A!
But O know ~
That April does marry imbeciles unwed to pose,
A flowering fertile in this fertile place,
Or O, too, you are right? Perhaps
A piece of ground of burial, I need, I should acquire?
O yes, I do aspire!
Now, Fobby,
Please explain ~
What time, what season, where are we?
Remind me, please, the reason?
April Fools? Do I need to reset my clock,
Is the time to spring ahead, fall behind?
This package, Fob, I hold now in my hand,
Chocolates, wrapped in a Golden Bough ~
Why?
What reason have I brought this gift for you?
Has the custom become ~ On April First,
Exchange A Gift for Fools? Is this taught,
A lesson missed, over at The Goldfish School?
Please explain. I lost my notes, or
Missed that day. Or was I merely napping,
Or perhaps, yes, more likely,
Did my mind, O know ~
Unravel,
Undone. Our head, still cracked,
A China Wedgwood reparation one must
Pay, a border tax. Or, too,
We’ll be turkey basted, stuffed, as well,
With Chivas Regal! Your training schedule: Please read
“Cranberry Sauce,†a short gloss,
A synopsis annotating Elizabethan runners
Hung upside down ~ A Midsummer’s
Day dream reversed, your mind, psyche,
Turned inside out ~ Avoid, yes,
I must, those scratchy logo labels [Know!
Me, yes, I have AD(Hi!)D, as well,
Tactile Sensitivity]. No wool can I endure!
Sp pull nothing over my eyes ~
Nothing scratchy, but cotton duck,
Yes, if well-washed, well-worn, my delicate
Skill will tolerate. So please, weave me a rack
Of lamb’s yarn, my woven Golden Fleece,
From something soft. For indeed!
Tonight’s the night, 30 days,
Discounting, not counting nasty insinuations,
What’s also run unspun, tightly coiled, unraveled,
Traveled unsung among Manhattan’s
Turtle Bay’s socialites, those Elfs who
Scamper, serve aid-de-campe,
Here among the boggy gloom aside
The Holland Tunnel ~ A darkness dug,
Yes, mapped, through time-shorn mysts ~
My telescope now sights spirits dancing on the River
East, as well, outside my window,
My view, don’t you know, lights
A hazy maze, has spun me all dazed
Around another way to see ~
To see the shimmering sea, revolve east, 31 degrees
~ insighted ~
Here atop my late-night glass desk.
My East River revue, a lunar lamp-lit second ~
Stage theatre, now performs “Time’s Rhyme:
Just Another Late-
Noir Ecco.†But nevertheless
A chilly breeze still haunts
Me. My draft, my shivering soul.
Please knit my way, please bring my
Blankie to me! My wrap, my shroud,
Worn with pride and joy! None
The less merrier, even when you know,
For quite some time, yes, you’re deade!
My condolences ~ I offer, too, your score
Scored, cloves implanted,
By rhyme’s reason: A Winter Season, now
Content, now civilized, now reformed.
Scorn? Not! Arise! Have a cranberry scone. All ~
Hardheads, hounds, & horns!
Stars sparkle above this Globe,
Stars, too, light your eyes ~ But O
Know! Mesmerize
Not ~
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Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
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