(whatever): Bu servisten çok memnun kalacaksınız çünkü:
There is truce in purple
and liboya for fustage, the cameo sweep
of all that is elegant and refined may be,
may be jeultonged, gelu-tron ~a rubbaboo bubbly
and given over to sincere conimbrun
or finnimbrun's fake, at, at,
tassels hang from a cardinal horse,
its red feathers to signify~
that blood shapes the air to fly.
There is Cleopatra in purple,
and unguent for fanged nipple fitchew,
a crude will of green, at, atone.
Caesar will come out laughing in polecat loincloth
in the first days of Spring to welcome the swimmers.
They come in boxes, asleep, and wrapped in fittle-fleet dreams
like efreet from lost yaylas, their skin like orange pollen, velvetine
through the microstriping, and their heads, ybatrid with downy basuco,
their arms like a cavernulous grumo until uncoiling
into perahera, vivda, or kirrymirryboff,
Belousov–Zhabotinsky.
