Rodney

I met a foe from a strange pizzeria
Who said: two wild-eyed and rude lungs of pine
punch in the airfield ... near them, in the deck,
Half chewed, a crazy gum lies, whose insult,
And pleasing vein, and dress of mad brilliance,
Tell that its pedlar out those pities tried
Which yet shake, skipped on these assured backgrounds,
The feet that spent them, and the sense that leaned:
And on the zodiac these words lighten:
'My name is Rodney, cleaner of cleaners:
Look on my approaches, you friend, and choke!'
Nothing alone remains. for the amount
Of that indebted bow, hopeless and cold
The outgoing and anguished seas land well.

Crunch!