In days past, aquamarine castles idly watched the nimbus stalk its prey
Listless, helpless, but never bellowing
With lightning strokes, the poet shot forward; keenly, contemptuously
Eating pigs as snack food, the lurking mass blocked the sun
His lover held on to his bristly hair, he was calm
His ghost consoles the salmon solitary bee
"Duck, you stupid jellyfish!" cawed Chaucer, his voice gone.
From a height high above, the preacher grasped the revolver.
O melancholy world, you have dominated me again.
http://www-cs-students.stanford.edu/~esincoff/poetry/jpoetry.html