Had the word an ode to itself dedicate it might
(I wage an ‘O’)
a ‘would’ of a ‘might’
conjure in hopes
distropedicked
over a pliable hylomorphic natura prima.
Zo tuh chill
au naturel.
A gram-made-of-a-mat-o-logy-uzzle-wuzzle
(c’est sa langue maternelle —
pour ne pas dire naturelle).
I bedeck a prose
in behest of a reministration.
A kata-fixture ov iz fossil-come-e’erso-wooded-‘sinnedtax’ [sic].
Fornthe love o’ th’ L. A. ex. —
aviated away in yellah anga
inna tele-taxi, —
ay, quite the ‘appy cha’
I vape away
my napped-‘ead.
Bein’ nudda doze
beaver-constituent
anthropo-balatrou,
o scurra-sanniōnis,
o mimus-mōriōnis.
YK?