Stray

[yanatonage]

"Then from their poverty they rose,
from dry catarrhs, and to guitars
they flitted
through the palace walls"





"The laquered loges huddled there
Mumbled zay-zay and a-zay, a-zay.
The moonlight fubbed the girandoles"




"From the window-sills at the alphabets,
at beta b and gamma g,
To study
the canting curlicues"



"The gaunt guitarists on the strings
rumbled a-day and a-day, a-day.
The moonlight
Rose on the beachy floors."








"Then from their poverty they rose,
from dry guitars, and to catarrhs
They flitted
through the palace walls."