SALOON AND SMALL TALK

Was it up to you? To me
it seemed there was no
issued choice. Sand
and the green – tea
green, tree green –
leaves to a ground.

Hounds of hell and
small pocks. The
illness and the
eradification,
eradication
of it.

Come over here
and have a
chat; a
black
cat.

Necessitas dat
legem, non
ipsa acci-
pit.

[Sung:]

“Merrily, merrily
merrily, merrily,
gently down
the stream.”

Was it overt truth? Trust
me, I don’t think there
‘s a chance. Lime
and the bean – o
bean, might been
- Jack and stalk.

Cries of joy and
bird flocks. The
disease and the
annihifilation
annihilation
of it.

Come over here
and be my
guest; a
wilder
guest.

Quo fata trahunt
retrahuntque,
sequamur.

M.J.C.A. 13-03-2007