Percy Dovetonsils Biography

Life, said the old poet
is an insistent knocking
on doors that won't open
into houses
...

Fruit-flavored lights!
Shivering, quivering, edible sights!
Spooned up suns of chewable mood-
Plasmic, prismic, rhythmic, food.
...

The professors,
who have taught
in person
their whole lives,
...

I’ve missed the boat.
And that’s not the
only one.
...

Every other time
I drowned
I lived
to tell
...