on a bonfire of my own vanities
words sent skywards
on vortices of their own hot air's making
Some caught in nearby trees
others falling upon the Westway
the majority fly skyward
taunting a million empyrean chimps
shakespearing
at their monkeyboards.
imagine abstract condensing
within cumulus
then falling Burroughs-like
as alphabet rain
puddling nonsensically in foreign fields
Or circling vultureishly
over a poem's carcass
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