Ron Padgett

Detach, Invading

Oh humming all and
Then a something from above came rooting
and tooting onto the sprayers

profaning in the consul morning

of the pointing afternoon

back to dawn by police word to sprinkle it 

over the lotions that ever change

on locks

of German, room and perforate

To sprinkle I say

On the slotsasw they excude their gas

And the rabbit that pushes it

To blot the lumber

Like a gradually hard mode

All bring and forehead in the starry grab

That pulverizes

And its slivers

Off bending down the thrown gulp

In funny threes

So the old fat flies toward the brain

And a dent on brillance

The large pig at which the intense comes best

Wishes O you and O me

O cough release a rosy bar

Whose mist rarifies even the strokers

Where to go

Strapping, apricot