0189 A Maybe Tribute To E E Cummings

it was the sound of the daffodils growing that woke the ear of their ear on the sun’s birthday and the lilacs of the scent said it’s time to wake up so we can dream and the amazing of the roses woke the eye of their eye and the words tumbled out of bed and took an April shower and dressed by the wrong which was right shook out the box of breakfast food called freedom and rush-houred street-wise see them words came tumbling dogs they grinned with mastered feelings cats were caught off-guard washed to recover their dignity pretty girls felt prettier as the words sang no-ones became someones anyones became everyones nothing was as it was because was wasn’t and isness filled the air the words danced in the squares and smiles peopled the words laughed through the graveyards dancing on dead minds laughed through the brothels making tired whores to smile and schoolmasters ate their words in the eyes of their pupils and the words shouted through the letterboxes of critics called nameless shameless blameless come out and play tomorrow with your yesterday words played leapfrog round the toadstools with each’s other hand in hand with strangers laughing till they cried crying till they laughed all day it was all day and therefulness and thenfulness until the words had scattered hello among humanunkind and forming perfectly irregular lines danced a song and sang a dance at sunfall dayset nightrise all happy tired like children into a farm called joy