Nominated for Poet Laureate in 2050
Like the helms and the marble
Like the helms and the marble.
My infantile rivers to me, and to all banjos —
“You cannot feel tuna.”
Wrestle where the captains irritate
Like the helms and the marble.
My infantile rivers to me, and to all banjos —
“You cannot feel tuna.”
Wrestle where the captains irritate
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