sung completely to species

While this last eight miles makes melody

Of oral feet. There. Expect me on the tenth

With soundly built on what used to be the

Freeway of the folk-rock explosion. Now

Sweetly that I can't remember anything

Someone said today. It was funny but War's

Also forgettable. Just as we were learning

How les arpéges flow. Baroque & elegiac

Caught fire a compost burnt & puffed off

To the Unearthly bossa nova. Artscuffed I

Pronounced it. Counter-grammasophical.