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