Can you not see?
A remarkable indifference
Enduring a stony silence.
Do you not tee?
With a broken unanchored divit
Shaking and wavering on a pie lance.
Are we not free?
To make errors and simp alone
Without care and thought of any other soul.
Shall we cross the Zuider Zee?
In a leaking fellering boat
Pushing a scavengered pole.
May we test the lee?
Improve the margins of not enervating
Against the windy folds that threaten.
Will you sting like a bee?
Float like a buttered sky
Cross a streaming that is Lenten.
Is it time for a royal de cree?
A declaration against the heaving ennui
To peer into a fresh end Skoal.
Inside the lanterned mind there are no more questions
Only the hooded forest
Looms to pass the digging mole.
Goody-bye, my love!
My structure is crash ended.
Sustaining is no longer an optionnaire.
Release, O dove!
It creeps out the timbox
And I dance away from your enfreshened air.
