The Mass of the Metaphor
Would wait for a metaphor which would stick
The coffee pots alive today like tequila
Give me Shakespeare I am two fishes and
I subsist on oatmeal and eggs which cost 13
Cents Alan Ginsburg sipping metaphors so publish sailboats
Which sink in the Mediterranean I am a Russian like
Chekhov or Sartre confined by the French notion of
Life destitute incomplete life compared to
Derain in the East Wing, which cannot compare
To the asses of women.
I am on blank soon I shall have a resume.