Slap irony in its numb face with your
flagrant beauty - push the river into
rainstorms... There must be something
you wanted before you saw the ad for it.

William Burroughs and Lewis Carroll on a train, playing jazz -- white rabbit pops out of the bell of the tenor sax and shoots a glass of whiskey off Alice's head. Alice, having forethought, as well as skittish reflexes after all those size-altering drugs...

And now every fox in the forest is on my side.

Poetry, says Ethelbert, is meant to be SUNG --

Hey Greg, you big dick, if I'm wrong --

Alluvium: any sentiment deposited by running water.

Villanelle for Eloquent Bob