Nothing like copyright infringement but rude
Enough to mark the rightful prince. His engine
Of grounded sensations. That old & as decadent.
The body swung from crystal. Uncertain
Hospitalities. All as I was getting ready to flash
The actual junkheap of my time. But I thought
Better of it, just as you might also reconsider
A gift of gull feathers or an eggish solitude
To be too much for plain folks like us.