Go ahead! Make my day gray and paint it back
and boo with your indivisible talons,
in the traditions that refashion a latest waste
land. Sprinkle it with doo and some French
whine That will still be burning bright in hot
Guyana two millenia from now. Don't
get all potted and bothered by O'Hara's,
those fleshy in the sand occasions only
occuring once in a lunchtime. I repeat,
Stick it to your times with the all time poets'
recurrent song and then you'll belong Right
up there with the rest of the dead societies.