by Ted Berrigan

When see(k)ing sky you're left with sky, then
"we kill ourselves to propagate our kinde"--We sleep
and these guys come in with hypodermics & spray us
          with ice water--

Monkeys press switches and little babies freak out & cry,
"pick me!" "pick me!"--Oh, Daddy, I was a flower, &
When I listened to George Shearing, they told me, I broke

the World's record for rapid eye movement! Then, I don't know
What I did then, but it was green, & then red, & then
          blue & yellow!

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