Abstraction In Prose

Waltzing slow with razor blades

Giving gum to King of Spades

Soybean syrup o’er flaky bread

Worms are crawling in his head

Trees of purple block the shade

The moon will set as evening fades

Golden glow for eyes of glass

As zephyrs kiss the sun-warmed grass

Owls and dogs are flying North

As mice and cats both sally forth

The sun will sink in chocolate seas

A rain is come of blue split peas

Wisdom, fled, is out of reach

Your mind is blank from idle breach

Don’t wear too thin the grip you hold

You’ll slip into a crazed cold.