Sonnets Were Invented By I'm Tired
They gild the lower halves of flowers there
And tall blue drinks are seven dollars each.
Nights, dancers in the native underwear
Slide in signs too rich and red for speech.
Upslope, trees scarred from hurricanes meet those
Grown stunted from a soil cut with ash,
Above which step high-branchers, fearing snows,
And up past fear those made of pure moustache.
There you can phone up any room you wish,
Or press gold buttons and hear any sound.
Crystal elevators full of fish
Follow all the normal ones around.
Hope that she'll remember at the coast
The six or seven things that matter most.
And tall blue drinks are seven dollars each.
Nights, dancers in the native underwear
Slide in signs too rich and red for speech.
Upslope, trees scarred from hurricanes meet those
Grown stunted from a soil cut with ash,
Above which step high-branchers, fearing snows,
And up past fear those made of pure moustache.
There you can phone up any room you wish,
Or press gold buttons and hear any sound.
Crystal elevators full of fish
Follow all the normal ones around.
Hope that she'll remember at the coast
The six or seven things that matter most.