Aug 272011
 

The sky is blue.
The blue man in the blue sky is blue.
There will never be a stop to the monotony
In all this abiding blue.

The undulations in Uruguay
Affect the meditations
Of Mrs Rhinoceros
Eating her ferina in highest fashion.

Macabre puppets of Anaxamander
Hanging lank in the spindled air
Interrupt the impecunious questionings
Of Peter asleep among the dorm's susurrations.

Dripping dreams of doubters on the rocks,
Their drub drub drub in blackest drams,
Falling among rocks
Scatters cats in Tulsa, Oklahoma.

And never in Atlantic city
O Never in Atlantic city
Will there ever be a stop to the monotony
In all this abiding blue.

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