XIV. In the Namewakes
Ur Popeye out of stir sub rosa
with Liquid Santa windswept and
by nothing less than the ionosphere
like Ben Bulben on climatology
the Lay of the Last Whammy
"keep them mince pies off me"
Lumberjack the Sailor
splits his face in half of quartz
"Morning Mr Greengreen
two small everythings"
why Sargasso Sea are you so geek
nature's pencil point light years away
to a tiny repeated molecular bigtop
"What other planet features this?"
eight and a half freaks nine
high-diving dogs a horse drunk
and up his fetlock an American ace
of big blue sawdust connects
radar lariats at the snap of bees jazzed
off as mendacity by Jesus, Telemetry
you really got me going!