Fragments of Old Comedy

you win to weave yap
shop and show and weave
the unshelled poet view
you view the weave
you cry to weave
shop every day to weave
revoke the exovotive
tastes of the poetasters'
utter hennypinpoem

to a nose
a crudity would ta!
shop among the ilk
you win
cry to weave
utter theoweavery
o toss the tv
that sweet banyan
of kotos
which yaps of tossing tunes
which ape the shy crudities
to kittens
tan the quill
and scry the bride
we'll play tanaquin and tarquil
and pi the ledger with a torii
on your rictus' day
ta!

snakes weave you too
cry elkittens
cry oat pate'
whose patina
patterns you
the labels ape
to lawns
and to the overflows
we too cry
shy to love
though shoved
apollo takes the spade
to yap the path
where the toys mettle
and pay with wool
this caco-exo-strudel

to louts
our mettle is in tunes
we neons crowd the tooters
who cry atoo
cool owls can weave
their pilot plot cadavers
odysseus plays patty cake
to you who cry
i am enabled to weave
with my marrows
sparrows oust apollo's polka
they oust the tapas of exotica

these tapas bowells
discretely overflow
in toy love and we ta!
to veer in utter cave pita
dials for eyes and oars atoo!
in every letter i pose
and swallow the pay of water
maps written upon my boots
every pout of every putti is lifted
and weave these spinning snakes
round the oppidumb
to coo at love
to cry at tits on lips you
knew a toss was the avatar
of a sparrow

ta! you weave!
exotica tastes like tapas bowells
bagel cats in elk-love
to view the shopping of poems
the sinuous elk hotel knee of ta!
snakes oak themselves round
our eido-doxic segovias
our eco-govias of dolmens
atoo toss and snow
to cover the well kittens
of the bottom
and cry to ruins
the olympic caveworms
of the tunes we once
carried to the crudity
the mountains cry
to taste these udders


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