[truant me gusta]

sizzle me timbers
in a make haste sort of whey

airy syllables, vaca negra
tempestuous beryl octopus

after the gold rush
congeal your passle of hassle

into a mountain of mornings
vent your consent

in a fresca of time
a patron of carbonate awaits, you

classy guy, you Tennis Handsome,
visionary soda pop

down by the riverside,
strange mangy chow chow

kowtows to no one.

[patina:6.25.2007:for alan]