Vibrant nonsense-like verse |
He would not find a picture there Where all the brothers sleep A danger less than any friend Oracular new keep A link of dead, romanceless wind Con-sort with beauty fawn The grace of lind, unsteady bin The carcass rips the dead Bales of snow, up eat my sew My culture leads the freed The menu sighs while others type And porcupines have lead An earthen stew of old romance.. The couple squirts and flid A pale sight, for every knight A gain in cheeks of need And what takes through, the snow-bound bog The atmosphere of mortal frog The doors, the doors, of guest Below the man and freet Nothing peels the moor The yellow cream, the orphan boat A pile west of mortal boat Links grin-wide lit, the seance pick A vein of Rembrandt song The lice of chin, despower the grin Of murmours weighed in thirds The gibbon sung, it's hair-bound rung Of mooching feeling dune The lice-made Crete, of well-round seat Gaped awful chill-head rum If love is a party, be my boat With no alcohol needed now The cretin seat, which peaks the wheat Ca-ress like metal flin A gasp of retch, the gain-sped wench Nu-ance and Christ with fun... I watch the minnows glub an' sing For phosphorus new light.. They grayling Dean, of earth's new green Span widows, courts and ball The lenghten read, the laspic weed The vial cultured rum And less than sped, a taut un-bed The gasp of Reading flowed... Give me a box of Chardonnay and let me spin you rhyme give me a box of darling-weigh and court me felling brine I laugh at which, the felt un top.. Can fling the boars of reed Such wean of lead, cascades the beg Of tortured willing souls.. An opal ride..lascating bide Lay such the caucus pine A finch of win, the rapping gin A rack, new feint hung sawn Lactates the weed, five mortal wean The praying fluke of wide... A gasket left, the minion less Than razor wenching thighs... |