When dual farms, two often one evening, when they closed down Autumn

I was breathing and oh dear if all your red chariots didn’t.

I saw a wheel come loose on one and over time sneezes wore us out. Zei gezunt.

What or who or who blew wind into your blouse the few and one stepped off and held your tongue.

One island was filled with paratroopers. Where Lana Turner gives out

Trees in lots of one tree each only and with baskets of fruits falling down the stairs

Dese big fellas, I mean bigger than their own bodies making mincemeat out of other players

And the women don’t they each looks out beyond the store windows with her eyes and faint, pout.

Brought in by the smell of it by the softee pillows of the south seas

I see I volunteer my sight of an harbor complete with volleyball courts and marmalade kitties

And an encore performance of all the sleepers or the exhausted and the thieves working beneath the boats

During a sale of a great quantity of perfume changing hands. For days dese green termaters

Revolved around my head in the open air. I wear no hat but sometimes earmuffs and inhale to keep afloat

While the waves try to mix up my soul with the rackety songs of alligators.