on writing verses

poem no.II,Crosses and Oxymorons

such a suave scamp 

was i-i realized

my lobes adhere

to a sluggish verve

to scribble my nerve

without any reserve

I put on a naked              +  Changing constancy with melody

Translucent  vestry          +  All within my rhapsodies

on most of my poetry       +  You may relish bitterness

To defray for the gravity  +  And ambivalence with sweetness

Of a hundred imagery       +  I delude with honest delusion

i'll pull the curtain

low,not to caution

you,'tis the beginning

of a chain of inveighing

on the prescence of the moon-

on the darkness of the sun---

on the conception of my tomb,

with the dying of my pun.