your Spanish may not be up to match the polish <br />of an El Cid but when you’re a rhea <br />you need not keep track of the et cetera <br /> <br />Horst Jankowski lost himself <br />amidst the notes of his sea <br />his staff was as slippery as if laminated in Greece <br /> <br />his ideal was to spin out and reroute <br />the mode of his mores <br />from reasoning to hotdogging an hosanna of the eta <br />as if it were a question of a seizure for perfection <br /> <br />such a blunder <br />an usurpation of the ceremony <br />irreparable in disencumbering <br />the retro rondo of a ritornello <br /> <br />kindled in the skillet of a figured target <br />bearcats should not bedevil the lure <br />of Saturn but bequeath a better satellite <br />to the ideals of ceremonial rite <br />and high travels <br /> <br />cash does not last <br />a so so mash the way the doe goes <br /> <br />one needs to domesticate all errors <br />rehouse the innards of a barrel <br />send the devil – that traitor <br />traveling to his region <br />follow a guide to ebullience <br /> <br /> - June 2,2008<br /><br />Ben Gieske<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/high-travels/
