Wisemen to glossators unknown
when the Assisian or the Galilean
entered to the death which made his life
lustless in hope to find with keener sperm
"We liked him, but we found him hard to chat with.
His conversation bored us more than talk."
You gluttons for seedless speech and vegex meat
who fondle terms to dull their definitions
and chew in vain each mouthful more and more
of day by day to find water taste sweet;
though sunk in boredom beyond excavations,
dose yourselves with bottled conversation's
pedantic antidote to boredom's poison.
Make of the Dictionary your Book of Truth
to hear the Apocalypse of Wheels with puckered lips:
Beware, beware like dogs with indoor faces
all fops and frumps who think it good, or better
for every man to follow his ideal:
anti William Carlos Williams Oscar Williamses
(less Apollonian than plumbers, laureate)
Waldos, un-Emersonian frank
(imbecile in paradisian beatitude)
who ruminate on something . . . something
which men who lack a more definite term call Holy, Holy
(wholly holy, hale, and wholly wholesome).
Combatting thought with thought's own element
Pied Piper fops flute the Youth towards Baby's Cave.
But above all Bores, the Hegelian Yes-Man Frump
beware who reconciles thought's hostile poles with
(synthetic smiles) to prove his platitude
quite true: "Evil is the shadow side of Good."
in see-saw half-affirmation
(As A.E. and E.A.