Thursday, January 7, 2016

When early morn walks forth in sober gray



now the shepherd in the echoing green
notices the sheen distance garble as shetmondgarble'
and the little black boy comes leading the lamb
where the chimney sweep sleeps in the blossom
cherries and nuts surrounded by laughter

now the shepherd in the echoing green
turns on the painted bird in the grey
in the grey drab grim city day
turns on it with great bushels
of cherries nuts and laughter

now the shepherd in the echoing green
tearing down the paper city sees the angel's slipper
8000 cooing mothers
now slip like a candle-flame euglena
into a long fur sock swimming in little creatures
all made of nut red fruits of guffawing sunsets
and little black boys riding lambs

now the shepherd in the echoing green
beneath my shady roof
breaks forth into singing
his bel tbuckle is a rose
and its tooth a thorn
and the honey mules will absorb him

geld gelded
the drunken grey looks lovely
next to color
lamb homunculus amorphous never shatter
sheen distance garble as shetmondgarble'
echoing green shepherd