when the doldrums swing their violazy ladies

while the doldrums swing their violazy ladies
there are symphonies,
faking sneaker shuffles in the urban accordynasties.

but no two here like animalto’s go
licking the banjugular.

so it will be roof toperas,
while the doldrums swing
thier violazy ladies.

the city sleepwalks,
handless it goes piccolonely.

but the first movemeant so much to me.

and the sidewalkwards are neither
here nor there,
but the wine is troumbountiful,
and alto’s play saxafrass tunes.
isn’t it cellovely?

how the birds are clarinesting with the bees,
and how the doldrums swing
their violazy ladies.