iPoem · 882.4345.942.910 · Cent mille milliards

1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum

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