Richard Livermore

Verse Of The Loonyverse

The thought that occurs to the nine heads

Of the Hydra at once is the binding thread

Of the loony verse, that keeks as the none

Through the many and laughs is the penniless

Pound in the ounce; it is the hawk in the dove,

The Id in Madrid and the madre,

The Jorge in love with the elf in himself

Refusing to mimic his padre;

It is the choir in the knee as it bends

To the faun, the filament in the bulb

Of the dawn, the abstergent burp of a frog,

The albatross with its beak to the wind

And its feet in the mouth of a dog.

Then he who was spotted sucking his thumb

Even before being sprung from the womb

Said only when life is a was will it be

Frozen into a definite key,

A playable key in the ordering chaos

With angelic disorders exploding with mirth

And Pan and panic all over the Earth.

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