1824

I WOULD LIKE TO BE POEMS

Neighbors of the dreamer dissolved their sugar
In the packet-boat, and the choir got sent
Where the infantry feared to mooch the sorrow
Of a burrowing table-tennis playing macher.

That in those days was what singing groups were for,
To consolidate the holdings of ailing richies,
Something like Sonia Delaunay in Japan.

Now when we were little it was important
To funnel all the brain activity toward
The ones who held the world in the least regard --
Now we pretend to understand money
And view the socius with detachment,

But it is a short wide-eyed goat, the world,
Aye, that it be, that it be, boys, indeed.