I want to hear a snatch
of all the songs ever sung.
The gong of all the bells ever rung.
I want to see, smell, taste
the flowing rains
that have spattered
on the canvas tops of wagons
and the oaken decks of rolling ships.
Please give me but a while longer
before we lay our last.
Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
