WILL CORDEIRO
WILL CORDEIRO
Foofaraw
As ugly ogres masturbate by ear,
the aurochs browse on deerlicks
by the asters. O, the fickle augury
of all my bosh and prosopopoeia!
A has-been rummages the useless
days, the past reduced to artifacts:
wash, grumble, rinse and do it over.
In vaster ambits of a comet’s orbit,
the ash of stardust pulses vacancy.
Language works since tiny wizards
swivel all its gears. And you don’t
even (wanting hazards) live once…
the aurochs browse on deerlicks
by the asters. O, the fickle augury
of all my bosh and prosopopoeia!
A has-been rummages the useless
days, the past reduced to artifacts:
wash, grumble, rinse and do it over.
In vaster ambits of a comet’s orbit,
the ash of stardust pulses vacancy.
Language works since tiny wizards
swivel all its gears. And you don’t
even (wanting hazards) live once…