Verse now runs in adjectives,
our generation demands
a dadaist silence.
Description is often cryptic.
I nod and join them - in Hm, yes, okay ...
Frugality of expression, restrained emotions
~ I can't do the latter.
I remember you and practice the former.
Here's for you -
Empty head, dead lines, pages vacant, false blaster, mind whooper, Hermes monster, Bacchus god, tigers and a flower pod, pretzel plaid, eccentric eye, insipid grin, briny moon... All await the first ray of sun, son of God, Mephistopheles of tomorrow, Lucifer, I command you - Rise today.
