Haydn

sunup

these plastic objections I cannot away withal

wait I sound like Handel next I’ll be old farty Bach

that would be just like me never know if I’m coming or going

and when I’ve said that I’ve said plenty say that say all

noon

my mistress says I’ve not the grapes to finish this

would I were a journeyman I’d wax her bombé for her

O mother of memories wait I’m getting ahead of myself

let’s begin again the song a river flowing sweetly

sundown

I’ve not traveled the greatest distances known to man

a regular Verlaine to Oxford and to London

wait that’s definitely later and not now

first I admire the regular sky in the East and the West

so to speak the carpet of the heavens

to be more than amusing but I have my moments