mccclxxxiv

Russian Sonneteer

What do I do but on and on?
Heaven. Remember when?
I arrived so obvious, dirt of
Russia. Show up a skeptical

blot. Honestly my love is
food. Somewhere afterwards
eternally. Relax as it comes.
Re-right it and lose 25. Of

nuclear rays in tiny golden-
rod gardens. Blue specs that
do look great. Take it all as 

it comes and in the right di-

rection Heaven. Re-member
dirt of the obvious, skeptic.