Nominated for Poet Laureate in 2050
In what knuckle was a guide
In what knuckle was a guide?
Thy red fire shouts at me ruefully.
As BORING art mine, my hard concrete
Thy hero and hotel;
It was a sadistic juggler,
In what knuckle was a guide?
Thy red fire shouts at me ruefully.
As BORING art mine, my hard concrete
Thy hero and hotel;
It was a sadistic juggler,
What do you think about this one?