but I'll try one for kicks and giggles.
Calamity, my camerado close!
Draw me a little prince.
Enchanted to make your acquaintance,
fratello-Friend who always speaks my mind.
Guide me, O thou great Redeemer:
harbour and haven me.
I long for the day when I can be
juvenescent, jejune, jocular.
Keep me as the apple of your whatchamacallit.
Lavish graces upon a poor schlemazel,
miracles of atoning for which there are
no explanations, no linearities.
Oracle: oracular. Obstacle: obstacular.
Poet's privilege, to coin joy.
Quirkiness is my métier, my wheelhouse,
radical trash that I am ---
subversive, supple, seductive.
Thanatic winter yields to lively spring,
undoing death with
verdancy, vitality.
Welcome ruin as the herald of restoration.
X will forever mark the spot where
your kisses have devastated my wounds.
Zithers, dulcimers, hautboys, maracas, Peter Quince, the whole riotous shebang.