That's a dark trough we'd hide in. Said his sleep without @3frisson@1 in a meadow beyond Jupiter. It is no baronet of earth to stretch to -- flags planted will be only flags where no wind is. Hang me rather there or the prez's jowl on a stick when we piss on the moon as a wolf does NNW of Kobuk. I'll be south on the Bitterroot while you're up there and when you land I'll fire a solitary shot at moonface. I wish you ill's ills, a heavy thumb & slow hands and may you strike hard enough to see nothing at all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CITY VIGNETTE: RAIN AT NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE THE BLACK VULTURE by GEORGE STERLING IN MEMORY OF WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE LOVE'S WISDOM by ALFRED AUSTIN ON THE DISCOVERIES OF CAPTAIN LEWIS [JANUARY 14, 1807] by JOEL BARLOW THE WAGGONER by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ARS GUBERNANDI by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB FO'C'S'LE YARNS: 2D SERIES. DEDICATION by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |