The beach mascot has twisted tusks
The forest mascot lies in the alto range
The third ally perceives these twists
In negotiation, a tie to beaming acceptance
The taxi takes them all home again
Like tourists, or else, economically
We will be soiled, unable to ply or use
Anything until May.
And I think one way or perhaps two; it doesn’t matter //
as long as one can slip by, and easily //
into the questioning but not miasmal dark. //
Look, here is a stance--- //
shall you cover it, cape it? I //
don’t care he said, going down all those stairs //
makes a boy of you... //
-- John Ashbery, from "From Estuaries, from Casinos" (Hotel Lautréamont 1992)
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