A Quixotic Thought Inspired By Pound…Canto 79

Oh moonside nebula floating Eroding astride An equestrian dream Latent squozen showgut Ardent & swollen Shitbrick of twine …were it not old & leaksy Shew! HARK Stallion with a gimp Chagrin Coll ...apse Dirty pig pens await. oDd were it not Semblancing of a dot Burlesquean vignette Cookie smashed in fishnet .Stockings…Abound! ‘Tiz none but Ezra Pound How lovely & sneedsie you looney-loo feezy Mister “Me PISAN everything!” The wombat concurs Your PIS is acidic, Mostly when eaten with crackers, mostly. La dee fleepin’ daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, you can PISAN things E-Z-R-AAAA!! So can Dante and little fannyboo Kiss the hand of [ ] times two Did Lynyrd inspire your birds on a wire? One on six off two sideways three across nine backwards four corn sixty-eight upside up _____ birds akin to a wire… But, Skynrd said you were free. BIRDIE! BIRDIE! FREE! FreebirdiebirdiebirdiebirdieBiRd, sir T-welve guppies on Siamese TrAMPolines. thirsty thirsty no water for slurping, tunnels exerted Guppies = DRY! (like hardened PLAy-TO..philosophize me) junebug~ Alas…una caja llena de sangre verde He says, ‘a box full of green blood….’ Is What Makes The Sun Come Up. Interesting contextualization sunnysidetwistedovereasyscrambled… Jumble of brain pain Cantos are conceited strains of murky serendipitous elucidated sayings… Figure 8 concentrate For PRISON is the elixir of life to a lackey amid the sky full of rye