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Christopher
Mulrooney
the free range
of all termites
what's the
matter with classical music?
wide-ranging
areas of disagreement
say what you like about Rome insomnia kills you there
your guts on fire with rentlessness
root of all ill
booming wheels roaring drivers
to wake the deaf or sea lions at the Pole
still you might be crushed some night
high the roofs a tile heavy
defective pots go right out the window
down to smash on the cobblestones
make your will before you dine thou dizzy with disasters
tragedy is under any broad window while you're making your way at night
so pray the hussies never throw aught on your pate but merds
o the sodden lout dying to brutalize some fool
he rolls upon his bed another Achilles he
languishing for love of the late Patroclus
sleepless 'less he pummel summat
stoned howsomuch he'll not go near th' em-
purpled flashlit searchlighted fellow
surrounded by the vastness of his bodyguard
me on foot by moonlight schlepping
or shielding from the breeze a guttering dip
he doesn’t care a fig t'avoid
firstly is this punishment that self-
judged never a no-good escapes
a small thing
ever and infirm the mind deriving pleasure
punishing conclude you thence that vengeance
never is greater joy than woman’s
whoever stood Gracchian complaints of sedition?
ravens fly free censure doves vex
Rome didn’t fall in a day
it was on a Friday
the day before yesterday
when we broke into
a forest clearing and took a long look goodbye
this Tuesday we
have a nice new appointment at the bank
the bank had all
the money we had
needed
to answer the case
presented unto us
that was all we
needed we had no payments
for the longest
time
and it came to our
attention that we were
to ourselves at
any rate
on our own
we found this out
in a manner of speaking
when we wrote down
this note
and all of a
sudden there was like some birds do
a downpouring onto
the lagoon
and all the birds
sang and cawed and croaked
on the surface and
dove down for the fish
with a lot of
clatter and fuss of feathers
that was the
downpouring of them
and we went then
into the forest again
a disused building
made to fit
and then opposite
on the other hand
palm down the
unsupported pile of works
it is therefore
bad and cannot be disimproved
Belacqua
it just came in
get this
you have a weird
idea all right
no doubt about it
whatever
here it comes
I give it to you
here it is
it’s precious
priceless maybe
you have a
lumpenproletariat
point of view
no doubt about it
whatsoever
king of fools
on a palanquin chair
to decree the fête
of millions not so
much
as well
not so much maybe
and the great town
what of that
a permanent
installation
it comes to town
like a horse
and rider
stays to graze
and the aftermath
is only the
leavings countless
what were you
doing there
it is a province
of duty
long trellis
burnished stair
and anything but
frail beauty
you have to
remember (note
to self like Geoffrey Hill
in an English
paper) rote
is milk that doesn’t
spill
but curdles like
the giggles
in a teamwork fret
where the caught
fish wriggles
for a tennis bet
in came the
department stores
out went the space
the whole history
of the human race
is multiplied
among the laundry room ticket dispensers
that say Madam say
or that
supply the say
aside or say that here we go again
palm
heretoforwards
gathered at one
point of fine concentration
really gathered
together
linked up
holding hands at
one together Ouija board
when the methane
gas rises
there is nothing
you can do
but hold a sale
like the oracle
above her fissure
in the earth
what did you say
that then
oh well
had you say then
that would be
something
and then or
would you say
something
outside the door
it won’t fit
it won’t go over
the screen door
the gloves fit
the fingers go
over the sums
and fly away
home and dry
in the weather
by the mailbox
at a conference
on a rainy day the
question is put forth
any decisions
taken
that is made
actions are taken
any decision means
an undertaking of thought
that is thought
taken
not too much
enough to come to
a decision
and act
therefore
proposals are written up and handed around
some say this and
others written well also
say that
which is all well
and good
in spite of
further protestations
on behalf of the
government of the industry and the educational system
so to speak
and there is this
to say about the conference
it reaches no
holding place and no handling
together of
thought
it doesn’t
minister to the wants of the participants
who want a
decision
but goes forth
into the rain unsatisfied
not finding any
truth whatsoever
in umbrellas and
slickers
the gaggle of all
children
going up
to grow links of
golf
Terpsichore
and books wherein
I have missed something says the critic
one of the
aboveboard purveyors of wisdom
comparable to the
same
wherein the
flights of fancy come down to
somersault and Mom
how if the sordid
scenebit row of technology
simply won all the
awards
on the principle
of every budget scraped by
scrimps for
tyrants who set the mode
whereby operatives
lingerlove along by the old canal
just to maunder on
the state of affairs
impotently
grinding whatever corn can be mined
for the great day
when all men eat shit and die
in his briefcase he carries
official documents
they prove him
auspicious in his functions
worldly well-spoken
he signs the paper
dictating an action
measuredly
as you would sign a child’s report card
full of hope
the face says plainly
work is very hard and very copious
so that we have to deal with all sorts of rigmarole
to get it accomplished
and here is the reason
pitted against the bull
is the torero sizing up the arena
he sings a popular song of the bullfight
and goes away laughing or crying
it all depends on the matador
in his mind
you kill the bull
like the Minotaur
you’re Theseus
or else you’re the sad victim
flower of youth
Cretan
it’s a system folks
good as any
with a bull’s head full of pride
you’re the deciding factor
and the jobber hauls the carcass away
to the butcher
how if we do fancy
a concert hall
with a three-ring circus
overhead the pie-throwers on the flying trapeze
afterward white tie and tails in the green room
a folding bed
in the hallway
what principles are these
that govern the guests?
who strikes the type
for the foundry
who measures the paper?
a steady uproar
comes to me
beside us
all the way to the
port
carefully analyzed
by all these careful analysts
as a
harbormaster’s dream
the breakwater is
down
a fixed
installation monitors the bay
and keeps him in
the basement
safely occupied
in a sort of
closed room
the perspective of
Cézanne
canyons and
shipyards
with a curving
surface
like Caro’s Saddle
weather indicated
with a certain patina
a mirror of these
reflections
would give much
bad advice
pour out
criticules and auditoria fit for spectacles
approved by
colleges funded by an economy
built on private
taste in this way
what goes over the
mantelpiece
knocked down at
heavier sums than any known to man
shall be never
this guide
malingering in the
forecourt
to smoke a
cigarette and admire the view
one could not
remember
where it was
if not so why so
eh
and so forth
a sheet of
rationales was posted up
handed out
memorialized
all is as it was
since then
without fear
of contradiction
she is the pledge
of all faith in
vaingloriousness
and doesn’t wonder
if in these shores
the boat tickles mermaids’ breasts
gliding along in
her silver wake
jellyfish are doughnuts
starfish Ninja weapons
and fish are
schools of thought gray and mysterious
I have this to say about all that
it’s a close shave
tears the tash off Hitler
barefaced
there’s that fear that
we are bearded
to be dealt with
and discarded
the home truths
are the ones that count
duplex A
let’s drown the cat why not?
you sit or think
the cat thinks about things
you don’t know about
let’s go out the screen door
and make merry on the lawn awhile
the sky is blue the grass is green
there are fireflies in the sunset
after the housemates are gone
the breakfast oatmeal and milk
with apples and of course tea
the screed of any journalist
Wonder bread around the lunch
with the missile site on the hill
and the great expanse of tarred dirt
the clinging of one’s shadows
in the daylight walking to and fro
the city in which you are lost
and wandering or following the sidewalk
or walking on a wall to school
the great entertainments the baths
and pools for drowning cats in
duplex B
the singsong radius of the old gift
for treacheries comes upon one who says
encore encore une fois and do not forget
your lunch in a bag the glad times sweet times
you would have forgotten but for this reminder
ah the trees they are spoiled now
fruits are springing unripe
it isn’t the fashion now maybe
if all this discourse were to spend itself on you
it might pass for a wood beam over the fireplace
like a movie set
you would have enjoyed that
you would have thought
hey nonny nonny
you would have enjoyed that
let me go figure if this
were all to remember
and the great shoals
had dampened over
enough to pass for a stream
and the canned laughter
a scream
parse me this sentence now
would you please
the air full of cries
crises
of a Sunday will you be so good
and kind
as to children
mind
het me up a dingbat
for a throne
I would sit upon that
all alone
and survey my greatness
splendid so
that when my thralls once ate mess
they would go
mile upon mile to scatter
all my fame
wearing to a tatter
out my name
they tell me why it doesn’t why tell me eh
of course it could down to this
and then up to here but don’t know
why up to me
it couldn’t never panpipes and all
to a condo in Philadelphia and a farm lot out west
for the private plane and Margaret and the dogs
the worm that bit the apple
on the evolutionary ladder
good old
the propulsive speed at the blanched wilding
speaks courses of reservoirs in the main forests of
Central Park
and the long days at the office end in
mirrored bedrooms and solitaires
seen it and forgotten
what a story get it down
I claim them up own
the first days regard me
with an uneven smile
it goes all around
you can see it from the back
the saintly smile
it goes down from the trickling streams on
mountainsides
it gives a partial splash of success
in the bourbon
you passed over at the bar
wonderfully so
sad-eyed on the peripheral vision of the director
it’s loopy after
the fashion of men trained for the dance
an acceptable
conclusion
at the fence you
would say peeking about
not liking what it
sees
the spindle-leg reviewers sat on the fly of a
sailor's suit
and squirmed to beat the band
the tall ships entered the harbor
like hobby-horses in the stable of a speculator
roast beef and chives gone cold
the arid landscape seems already old
its hopes have flown with some new jet design
not included other plans something fine
the way it has to go it goes that way
no pomp and circumstance attends the rout
that lingers all the livelong laggard day
crushing every hope of question out
he savvies near as much as possible
the ornamental truth of any mirror
he tells them as he passes gaily
unreflective with a glint that's tiny
it might be a million years for him under the wan
hot blazing sun
and then again he and his kind might rove to moon
and maidens
fall back like a petal in an ass's ear and
laughingly
pretend the chorus of Don Giovanni
played itself nightly around his slum with
fountains
rising mightily in the air as far as possible
cascading like a pis-aller down there
here you have the fine old art
competes for face time on the Peeb
you make it out of scraps and rags
in which the discerning movie eye
of a born director on the sill looking out at the
day
sees oh such things a roundelay
upside down a thousand things sideways something
else
this too the art of making art
is stolidly discussed on telly
it's not a bad story really
not so's you'd notice anyways
it doesn't go
or do much
doesn't say what it wants
to have it says have nothing else
and then it walks to the corner store for something
it admires the hills you've read it before
shut up in the library
that's alive and kicking out with boots or waders
nothing else a Winslow Homer hat for rain
yellow or gray a slicker too
perhaps same color
a pulley
he blends into the landscape
using available materials
he has a decoy
that looks almost human
and an observer
in the direct language one usually suggests
to assuage the public
critics no less
be it heard
on the dusty sidewalks
and makeshift benches
with a corollary in the footnotes
to wit
none like it anything forevermore
signed
a leading scholar
the foul compadres swing a dance
your dance
on the highways and byways
you have not covered
here is the circus
run by idiots
there is no big top
a symposium with a
few matters extraneous to any subject
DR. CARLISLE CARWELL: if
SURGITE THOMPSON: did not anyone
DR. CARWELL: I might resume
MR. THOMPSON: bring anyone
DR. CARWELL: with the matter in hand
MR. THOMPSON: with coffee?
HURLA MITCHELSON: bubbles in any stream that's what any facts are
THE REVEREND DR. PIBEAU DOTTMEISTER: God bless the convocation in any or
all of its many aspects
GUY THING: let's have a go all round
LIL BEAUPIPE: eep eep eep eep I'm laughing joy is what we have almost
any time the cello sings
MISS MITCHELSON: with a humdrum humdrum hum drum drum
DR. CARWELL: ti-tum ti-tum now that's all settled let's deploy all things
might seem to suggest or whatever you might say it can't
MISS MITCHELSON: hummy hummy dummy drummy
MR. THOMPSON: cream in my coffee
MR. THING: I'd love a very well-developed swing
MADAME BEAUPIPE: in any landscapes worthy of the condition of music
DR. CARWELL: with small towers you can say the lie of the land with
MISS MITCHELSON: oh I
MADAME BEAUPIPE: and all the little holes
MR. THOMPSON: filled with Joe
the scene of rebarbative transmissions
rhubarb
rebop and the hit parade
whole and entire
backwards and forwards
to the end in time
that forward dimension
of the newspapers
closely followed by the news
paper vendors
at the windows
hawking the bully reports
by all the reporters
betting on a byline
the other way
not the other way
thank you very much
goodbye and keep it
tight under wraps
like a sandwich you can choke on
at the movies in June gloom
round a tomb
wherever arises the bloom of another day
wherever arises the bloom
not till there is
anything left there is thing and thing
no more and left
is right to be sure only the labors
in vain to see the
light of day at last and wonder
as they say in The
New Yorker with a kind of half-hearted gaze
that isn’t really
incomprehensive but takes it all in anyhow
for just what it’s
worth on the open market just a phrase
to speak a word in
season and have it sprout deeply and take root and so forth
with a bellcap
like a mushroom or a folded parasol above the head in a tight corner set
it was no very brilliant idea at all we thought
when she moved in and filled her house with daubs
but when she sent the good ones out to match by having them touched up
we had to watch her very carefully lest she
tweak our noses while we slept
if you feel that
you do not require solid foods
that do not
require solid acquirements to feast upon
and if you then
properly seasoned agree on a menu
formed a bill of
fare itemized with several à la carte items
to your credit lay
a line of discourse down the road the stop sign yield sign traffic lights
dividers
all the
paraphernalia of the city and the artistic moments billboards and lading of all
sorts
hawkers signs
screens and all that
out by the farms a
cherished tree
the chestnut palms
and groves of coconut trees the pecan plum and raspberry leaf
the rivers closed
and muddy and trifling with heat the cold ice frozen the picturesque the
playful
the mountains and
the hills the clouds all the natural terrain
and the buildings
paid for scot and lot
you can’t agree on
too many points you can’t even bother to be bothered
so you economize
and thriftily spend your time
on small beer and
potatoes
no doubt but you would have come
but have you not come bidden
by such fires as we expel at long length hidden
from the mass of such men?
as the fresh-pressed clear juice
fills the clear bottles
expressly the rime away
from all memory dictates
nothing here
Hera
Hero
passersby will read those terms and
wonder at their perspicuity
this I salvage you is not only the best way
the only way
not for nothing are those dull terms wicked
as this day all along
the riverview piers and
transports all the evil
ways and the bloody discourse
leading nowhere at all in the long run
as you well know to your cost
who devised all this and yet
nothing no difference
no pained indifference to the whole matter of
business conjoined on the salient fringe matters at all
no wonder
buy at all markets
thrift at all decisions
market at all events
swindle all the suckers
and a parade in your honor swells the streets
here’s bimbo and trucks of all the nations
but specifically this one
with his grand old name
that fathered it or nearly
and likewise Yale
it went down to the Dig and got shovels
of inspiration loads
then the tweety birds
and small fry for the middle voices
lo
his name is called down from the skybox
his position aboard ship
that had been a floating feast
he hadn’t cared much to attend
although with some grace he had imagined
such things as in the childhood days of old
bombers flying overhead
and prominence suspect
but the fat ladies who shoot small balls
seem merely comical and the old ones
scouting down around the tables
where one hides
are subject to the slightest twinge
that halts them completely
you’re the nut
he’s the vigorish
1. market for the linen
wear
it’ll all come out in the wash
agitator and spin
rinse
tumble dry
you’re where you started
long threads woven
dye and weave
some lint remains
and drainwater
or you do it by hand
dry it in the sun
2. madhouse blues
stick a stamp on it
if you’ve got a stamp
or know where to find one
mail it or today
skip it just forget it
wipe it out of memory
let it go right along
or like Wodehouse
fling it out the window
for a passerby to drop
into the mailbox
I hear it as the bland of wings that never get
there
riding along as it is now called
on the breeze
before horses that is
put it on a sure footing
the frightened sun sets
early
for the town harbor
reads about it in the papers
what there is to read
it is the joyous symbolism
of the signing party
absquatulates desperately just before dawn
the boredom of the early morning raid
it is less like this
than this even
the squaw-crofter from the agricultural school
flies her colors in oilcloth
it is a hopeless unmade bed
instead of abut and adjoin
in solid splendor
it stands aloof
with an air of spaghetti draped over it somehow
the architect denied it the usual dignity
knowing the market
like Sylvia Miles draining a tureen to fill up
John Simon’s noodle
she called me by my first name
the museum guard’s daughter
to get the feel of the various furs
in her father’s shop
I queried skunk and rabbit even wolverine
and didn’t ask the way to the dam
how if I can minister
to all my wants
not being there
should I reside
like Uncle Fenster
with a basement
light-bulb’s glare?
a fly swatted
no matter how you look at it
an amusing phrase
Emmett met
Kelly the green insistence
just the other day
never was a greater liar
nor for that matter a lighter grayer
dawn than at the meeting
when the hind end was come to the fore
and what is above sure
never so like what below
it was the universal partnership
that gave it paramount importance
a pong
looking for its ping
1.
Aphrodite never but Eros at his filthy games
like children stamping flowers and the pristine
grass
2.
there is the play of iron and the playing of the
lyre
3.
you lout you were never
boor nor swineherd
nor of Thessaly born nor
Erysichaia and no shepherd
but of great Sardis
4.
I cannot hear the sound of girls enticing
and rise would I were a seabird
above the flora of the ocean waves
on the breeze and happy blue as ocean holy
after Lattimore
high life
as sparkling as any day
in the universe
and then love
a trip to the supermarket
for the vegetables and fruits
and other gizmos
you and I need
beside the swimming pool
and the life
and the fucked-up kids
the high holidays
if a fortunemaker were to graduate with honors he
would want at the play’s end
another road
another row of corn to plant
and then he would say
into his cookie
I would say the lives of the saints
and others unbelievably said
the day of the bargain
it was a Tuesday it will be recalled
forever after and we’d spoken
but for a few minutes
and you said but darling
and I said but sweetheart
and the day ended as it had begun
high and whining
it came in the forecourt not a particularly nice
satisfying thing
and went
and when it had gone
I said to myself such as it was
so are we
on Thursdays be it noticed
and Fridays if we recall
the days and numbers
so pliantly received
1. home and
garden
after the pleasure
holds all the other treasures
fold we are being
cold we are being told
the nightmare ends
secretly being nightmare
2.
Manhattanite
the truck bickers
on the avenue
we are waving at
the hat check girl
3. view of
the sea from a lake
a horseshoe runs
throughout the lane
winding down
around the lane
above the lake
above the sea
in the distance
4. the
politician's friend
an excise tax
meaning cut it out
5. the
latter end
oblivious nonsense
the chorus sang in the morning
at five o’clock in the morning
the bell rang on the set backstage
the curtain rung up the lights on
the pirate chorus sang
yo ho ho the pirate’s life
the Jolly Roger and black flag
the sumptuous hoard and ratlines in the rigging
the South Seas
China isles
and a father’s forgiveness
for shivering his timbers
such an old play
tuned for an orchestra of ten or twenty maybe
volunteers from the local school
on leave for the holidays
welcome then the strawberry punch and lemonade
the icy blooms fresh chilled and lilacs in the bowl
a local printing company did the programs
nicely like the church bulletins
and the advertising paper on front lawns
the kids write in
hot lights and voices at the go the turmoil
and drama acted out night after night
at least twice during the run
and then Groucho Marx a tribute
or a lookalike band
or some other thing
the broad house comedy
rollicking
it retains the
treatise
expounded unto us
of silence
enjoined at all
events
for the
concatenation of a myriad eventualities
that happen it may
come by us
and pass or focus
all its strength
to deposit the
world of mayhap
on our doorstep
this is a circus
be it warned or warning
or that it fold by
us its tents
and use the high
poles of the roustabouts
to plant a
fearsome image
as of an aerialist
above nothing
with his nose into a hole
the coyote gobbled up a gopher
baby
stone markers have the field
rough-edged polished fronts
like Japanese tombstones
on each hole
here’s a statement of the facts
behold me here now
with a mission of Junipero Serra
jumping the tracks oxen have laid
behind them and the threescore minutes of a
timepiece hour will
tell the tale of adobe bricks
fine
synergized then God and man
gave cowboys to ride the range with steers
and buckets and wagons made of sail canvas and but
for the wood what they drive today
on the Ethics Committee she saves face
and on the face of the city she too
is the ornament with a power of powder
he leads the flocks all adown the hill
to the rill where they suck the dry bones
fat with springs
and he sings tra la la
boom de ay mine’s the life for me and mine
and such as think this life is fine
I met him on a day
very far away
a sort of stump crowned with moss
and all the frogs said Boss
a day now very far away
nowadays I’m always drunk
and never worry for my soul
but since everyone’s a sot
why should I be sober?
Wang Chi
ca. 700
after Waley
you only live twice
the first time when you are born
then when you see death
after Ian Fleming
here you can
exchange
anything for
anything
out the back door
to the Oriental
Lanes
and Spanish
colonial times and buy a college course
in wallpaper
hanging
the muscular
tissues come in sample cases
so you can decide
before you paste
the whole port for the salts
who never go
anywhere
only ship the
goods
unbought unmade
untaxed
and all the while
a comical parade of yes men
a defile
the panel
discussions engender a species of reflection
ready for the next
move just the opposite
a likely maneuver
then you string up all the locals
install your own
people
that’s when the
strings get pulled
you have clear
sailing
the format is in
high dudgeon
first smash all
the windows
and gut all the
buildings
subdivide to keep
up appearances
sell the lot in
blocks
and now you have
an income share
that drops off in
next to no time
right next door
among the stones
prized by sculptors
it haunts the mushrooms and the table lamps
of the poor crews sent from the city
to carve them away
what city blocks of mountains wear away at the last
what cold dream is this
fata morgana
disprize me says the equestrian specialist
I work in molten brazen metal
all the better says the fairy fay
it is the dust the air
I clamber toward
toad on the mushroom
Greek
onomatopoetics
like missionary in the stew
resolving slowly
and with
difficulty
on the scene
around him
here are the
choice morsels
the good bits you
have left behind
he had not so much
stepped forward
as the others took
one step back
picture if you
will if you but will
the last stand
set up hopefully
on the strand
the last easel
over the river and
through the woods
a kind of
delimiting stratagem
the forewards
but we shall come
to that
and the rear guard
the swimming pool
perhaps jaded
after all these
years
Comstock and the
miners’ daughters
singing a cappella
along the steep
hills of chaparral
the lighted towers
for a sign
the regulation
aqueduct and fonts
we sculpted out the city for a niche
we could camp out in
at our face trees froze bees died
the whales came ashore and so forth
not to stroll
we took the colored panels out
the wisdom and the architecture
and settled on equality of vision
a corps of actors where not one stands out
and guest stars suffer
new regime
it flickers
and there is the truth
o silhouette
hand
cast
it all comes out this way
says the majordomo
reporting on high
kicking teats and testicles
the fulminating rebuke
issued silently
and all but deadly
in the green park
we leave the ruins
a tourist attraction
ignore the boulevard
a lackluster harem
head for the hills
and the plains
as expected
cut the guts out
leave the rest
it’s a tough bout
for the best
if you speak the lingo I’ll tell you all about
the fairy evanishment
flowers and cream
from the cud
alas here is another poet
who plays the bone flute and rocks
she sticks out her head
in a passing limousine
screaming at the top of her lungs
I’m getting mine now baby
out West she rides in a police cordon
writhing in the cucumber
of corollary pain
like sunlight
kept for a wintry day
in a book
on the children’s shelf
in a library
the flotilla of colony
Abel Gance
wrote me once this
telegram saying
hey Barabbas!
signed Costello
elegant stance
wolves baying
cut the baloney
saucy fellow
Barkley sang to me
from the dead studio
out of the sales department
decrying
the whole Polish situation
or solutions
thereby derived
it is a musically
uttered
factures expressively spoken
spark further discourse
written down in hands
at the ready
slighted down the years
like ears of corn
oxen tread down
throughly sated
it can’t be just
the one thing
jellied
for no scones
the English breakfast thyme
and Sinclair paints
in the garden shed we wonder
if that is all anything does that
my dust
the road she’s the one
in the sun
the dusty old oak
leaves it behind
the rosy odors
evaporated
she smiles
at the other end
in a mirror
not at this
the realm foils
all picnics
and Yogi is a Bear
kept in preserve
o holy Jesus
of the nature mystics
receding from the city
wandering roving
using the telephone
at the top of a pole
or straight to satellite
and Roma
whither the swallows
tend garment
and domicile
never ever ever
the celebration of a country mile
on a Sunday in the park
at sunset by the seaside
a gazebo a placebo at the horizon
no galley whatsoever
shreds of cloud
normal Norman norms
right as you please
the thumb-twiddler
at the fiddler
answers my question
what did music ever do to her
the little weak-kneed figurine
on the bandstand the palette knife
wheels and turns
the breastplates of Walküren
the figures of Archimedes
et voilà the chicken is soup
I have a man made
it will have to love me
no better than a shit in a snowstorm
but it’s a start
the grand patineurs on the ice
axe me with a new siphon
framboise and chocolates
do you Terry and Cherry
I do