Two Unsuitable Poems
The title was Copacetic.
'To K.S.' below it.
Three hundred lines, and three made sense.
He was a poets poet.
The Unsneezed Sneeze
The unsneezed sneeze sneaks to a space
where the unsighed sigh and the unwished wish
wander uncertain, unknown, unplaced
beside still waters of unfished fish.
Such unthought thoughts! How unsnown snows
unnerve the nose. O truth untrue.
The unseized season easesceases
O wish! O tish! At last! At choo!
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