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my hat outworn

WHAT dish, gar�on,
� does memory prepare
� � �and serve us so , gar�on?

what ground of firmness
� � � � are feet to find
� � � � � �in earnest,
� � �on slopes of gelatin to-night?

along the surface
� � �we flail turning pale in the eye and we fall
much further out than you thought
� � � � not waving
� � � � �but

asleep at wheel,
purple supine akimbo
wait wait wait wait
and halt!

WHAT knowledge serves you here,
� unsymmetrical skull of hell ?
stutter forth and mutter and scrawl �
sodden and unshaven down the hall.

these walls impose
� loathsome lonesome and low
my hat threadbare and torn
my hat outworn, lopside and wrong
� �atop this mind less my own.

� � � � say that you'll come,
� � � � � �say say
� � � � that you'll stay a spell.

the heart derides, �

the dissonance divides.

a rococo moonlight
halts!

wait wait wait wait
and stop!

the dream it seems
was simply disease

and a frame askew
makes not house
nor home.

my hat outworn
� lopside threadbare and torn
holding hands like a sieve
� to this mind less my own;

� � �say that you'll come,
� � � � say say
� � �that you'll stay a spell
� � �prey tell prey tell
� � � �my mind is unwell.