if i should sink, flowered, into the wet sage
nor heaven pursue its sidereal cote,
sing semper fidelis, albeit cock-knave,
aloha jehovah: alcoa alcove

if i, in the shoes of the dead maven bluesuede,
should gainsay my mewling, sling on my headstone--
"agnostic repackaged" then setby slewcoldgraves
sequoia- annoyed? yeah. a mohel, soft-stoned

spring to me plantings, let autumn's chrysanthemums
slide mama, can'ya? blastoma dead son
who entered heaven with new soul decanting
westminster pet-spinster, this winter: catcomb


� 2004 by Edward O'Brien