IN THE PALACE GARDENS





under mushrooms of vermilion
in a maroon pavilion
     sits the King
               typing this
               trifling
                 thing: the
               disting-
         uished ring
         of the King's Royal machine
    at each ending
line
reminds me of times
i laid with the Queen
as we played with the genes
of Frank & Stein the Einst (such fine
clients of science) and

under gold & green umbrellas &
masses of gases
our moments of mirth
gave globular birth
to elfin princes & princesses
in new blueprint dresses
peopling a virginal
Earth



1972

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