Genghis Khan me, you midnight plantation!
Dark blue birch trees, sound in my ear!
Zarathuse me, you twilight horizons!

Charles Lindbergh never danced with Ginger Rogers.
He wasn’t a comedian even though he was
from Detroit. You’d see him

Biggest fish I will ever see,
men caught you
and hung your death

      It's a morning of snow and crows storming the bare treetops
As if they invade the eves of a burned-out cathedral.
Where are the children? A ludicrous posture of mourning

In the vacant lot nobody else wanted to rebuild,
dirt scumbled for years with syringes and dead
weed-husks, tire-shreds and smashed beer bottles,

      They are far from shore.
Foam-glittering , they rise from the waves
      in a pure fountain

Softness belongs to life. 
Tell me your forbidden thoughts 
and we will breathe together.

In Belgium on his day, servant girls knew
to stay away from the fields, because
he gave the cabbages large heads

Less without any cause
and effect in yellow you
came up the eastern evening

(tongue twisters, etc. for e.e. cummings)

THE CHEAP SHEIKH AND THE CHIC SHAH SEEK TO SPEAK AT A SECRET SPA.

((THE CHEAP SHEIKH AND CHIC SHAH SEEK TO CHEEK TO CHEEK AT A SECRET SPA. . .))