some nameless Persian Genius in a copper crown
as the swallowed planks within their abysses;
to turn pale with shame
and yet with eyes very open to pretend
to see angelic waves of Ocean’s life.
oh! how sweet it is to abruptly snatch from
one’s insane mind a perfect day:
on weekenders it’s such fun that if we die our appearance
of everyone’s miseries —meanwhile, we drink the blood
of enemies by licking their wounds.