Sport 5: Spring 1990
The Unnatural Poem
The Unnatural Poem
Sunsets are not always convincing
especially when copycat death is running
the show. Cultivate your own canoe,
You know grass is so touchy.
Do you think the hills will work today?
Take no further trees, the sea
is as tired as a baby.
Don't be monstered by the moon.
Luckily the worms are always reincarnated.
Melancholia is for midgets.
Make sure the volume is securely knobbed.
Put your brakes on.
Don't disturb the undressing.