Methought I saw my late live-in theory
crossing the fireplace like a train
For the Headless Horseman is bald
in the grave where the hair grows long
And Maud was the androgyne without a club
on the path to Willy Beach
Dear George, the attitude was glued
myopic and is a myopic clue
Dear Lesbia, dyslexia lives
The schizophrenics clap for their sunup
But what is the name of your parrot?
We’ll call it Carriage for Two
Squeak, dear parrot, sing
etcetera, a number of songs etc.
Illusory Town where Mad Tom lives
whose lungs are fucked by God and such
Where signal fires code Aurora
referring to just another ducking
Lake at the edge of sleep
the deathless equestrienne sees
Her namesake singing his hunger
as one spouse signs for another
Sorting out this endless fragment of sky
the curtain has hung on our roots