Cardboard logic
soothing clouds
tempestous request
Yes of course
through daily oratorio
A return to sender
torn from hand
as a burlesque sensation
suggesting much more
taste than substance
If it were a lie
with marble intonation
things would be free
from taxation fixation
from the stench of tyranny
What's to do
after dinner mints
sit back
and watch the parade
or climb the talus slope
frantic the iron sun rides high
a thin dart of rain tumbles from her lips