wielder of words - T REX

Wielder of words is steeped within traditional verbs
and curiously a dented top hat
discovered in the moonlit Laundromat
A busted cheroot is smoking on the heel of his boot
His opera is torn thru' the haste of operatic oyster
eating evenings of waste
Sleek astrakhan, reclining on a chippendale stand
so sad they should be owning a man who's
thicker than the forestry from where they began.
Robard de Font Le Roy
FROWNING ATAHUALLPA (MY INCA LOVE)
Sitting all alone, looking at the throne of the one I used to love
Sitting all alone, looking at the stone of my lovely inca love
The huntress stands, with peacock hands she'd take me to where she lie
She sighs so deep, it rocks the river of her stomach sky
The oval moon, it tans the faun who holds grapes for my love
Sitting all alone, sitting in the throne of my lovely inca love
hare krishna
I come from a time where the burning of trees was a crime,
I lived by a sea where to be was a thing of true joy,
My people were fair and had sky in their hair,
But now they're content to wear stars on their brows.

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