THA WORLLD WASS GETTING MOUNTAINIE
& when no tallkng
& new earthh becum my vry owne
jam & peannut buttr
ther will b newwe types
of clownnes then & their circuss-
es grayyish & glitterie
will call in unmet critterings
from all my secret lakess ,
from all th sheets unmaking my bed .
allreadie i hav a pre-sentiment of thiss
in th waie i can't trapeze well , th waie
th fireie hoop eludess me from
one dandellion puff to th nxt , the
waie i get nervouss whn tinie mongrells
in peppermint collors take up th
front rowwe liek ittie anchoviess .
& th clownnes ....
don't get me startd on their
candie caness , their
giggls begrudging mee ....
but when those roundtops come
i'll still hang around ..
sitting nearr th back a littl
& watching th horses idl ,
nibbling ur menthol cookiess .