Mohetry

More poems more liveness
Newtonian bribe snitch
Lost all the money on the tulip faze
Heading back down to the Cambridge maze
Where's my clock, it's the tower
This apple's falling with unreasonable power
DX DY I see the slices clear
But ether sly floats around on the quantum steer
Quadrilateral hydroceps are touchy
As I bring about the oligarchic duchy
And by duchy now I mean decay
For moldy mushrooms seem to make one play
The sound of dogs upon the midday query
My ears they hum with the woodsaw sheary
On boats and docks they people laugh and shout
Humming motors and I cry and pout
But really here I am and smiling big
The yin to frownyang attentive whim
Monastic orders follow down the street
I listen again and once more flatten my feet
Against the odds of hearing being here
The notes float on and the voice carries me off to there
As I contemplate the sun and the over abundance of hair
Strike the bike and ride out now
Fly across the world on swirling bow