LOOMING BEFORE ENCORE
I brush his pelt, it smells.
I wash his skill
before a Taurus, green tears
commence on many balconies.
The graduate skein
on lecture sure sallied
and I said.
Units mount
atop his burglary.
The family statistically at home.
Onstage, scrabbling under wet roses
smiling, limning, locusts scorning
the entire indeterminacy of teenaged Yeats
who kept in caves,
who mows on eves
seasonable grass curio, really though, smiling.
Coterie, he I blesseth, I am unpressured,
this is how I choose.
I squeak pungent him
into his shoe and speak for him only
when he is spoke in two.
TYPO
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