A n d r e w G o l d f a r b
Chandeliers Shall Come
Chandeliers shall come in opposition
Riding on small white horses like clerks
Their popular, retraceable mouths,
Accustomed to meaner manners,
Will plug up lakes,
And cause tooth decay
"Oh blunder! Oh obscurity!
I am mistaken and wet."
14,000 lighting fixtures and their misanthropic calendars
Andrew Goldfarb suffers from hideous abscesses of the jaw
and a sever inflammation of the choleric arteries.