All the King's horses and all the King's men
Can't put you back together again
Nor silver salvers save you, sorry
That which will kill you beats
Within your blood with
Sound of flapping wings
Your sculpted angel, sugar-white and giant
Sits crated in [...]
I was walking down the street
with Marvin. It wasn't too cold.
I was carrying a vital stalk of chartreuse-flowered
and he was going on and on
about some supposed defect in my humor.
So I stopped a passerby, quite beau,