I will write
While there is a lull
About the battle
Our plot in the war
And other meaningless
Things
I will draw
A thousand cartoons
Magnifying my ugly face
The ugliness of others
Spilling India ink
While Berlioz plays.
This is a nice thing to do
And it remains so
While a cat
Purrs against my leg
And there are
Nine beers
Still in the fridge
This is
A nice thing to do
And it remains so
The "plack" of the typer
Under the
"Plack"
Of human beings
The next line
Is coming
The music
And the wine.
The horses
Are at the gate.