From: roach4994@gmail.com   
      
   here's the cleaned up version, if you guys are interested. :) (if anybody else   
   is still there, too?)   
      
   Eggs without a Soul –  An American Tale / for Nancy   
      
   The nagging question remained,   
   what to do, with the secrets    
   lying buried,    
   and carried,   
   in the as yet undiscovered hollowed Mind    
   of the cosmic biblical Queen,    
   that the King himself could never reach;   
   The mystic cage of Magical flesh,    
   Containing all the Colors    
   of their Covenanted Crafted Rainbow −   
   Archaic Arc    
   of mis-assumed Anarchy, costly    
   Sacrifice −   
   of cultivated Wizardry   
   Hysterical Deer in armored terror,    
   trapped in nature’s    
   Fashioned Harry −   
   Spring’s Tornado’s incisive introduction   
   to an intrepid whirling dervish    
   Set in motion,   
   caught in every Stolen Headlight − frozen:   
   locked in taut,   
   Dizzying,   
   Touched Tail spin,   
   Plummeting back down to Earth again   
   the Shell of a Myth,    
   Cracking up −   
   former captive    
   of their Broken Cup,   
   Another firing, cocked misfit corrupt;   
   A shattering, fantastical    
   exploding −   
   of calculated Chaos,    
   Eroding;   
   Conceived in hidden constituted    
   Alchemy −   
   Kaleidoscope crystalizing    
   all too clearly   
   she herself dismembered    
   in Hallowed insanity    
   Caught within a cloudy illusion;   
   the scattered cacophony    
   of Confusion −   
   A concealed crazed    
   AlphaBet delusion   
   a Battered Heart which could never hold   
   the incontestable power of Gold −   
   it could never hold Water,    
   and was,   
   Sooner or Later,   
   bound to dissolve    
   Opulent Obtuse Opinions    
   into Flipped,    
   undeniable Facts −   
   Strangers in a sad forsaken Land   
   Sunflower’s turquoise Turreted Tower    
   sinking Lifelessly,    
   in the sand   
   like Humpty Dumpty falling,   
   tumbling,   
   all down into pieces...   
   He fell    
   off that formidable wall   
   Foolish choked Irresistible Gull −   
   Fissured skull    
   of a fractal Plan,   
   she fell straight    
   in to    
   the Frying pan − Yolks,    
   bubbling,    
   with melted Butter...served UP    
   with sizzling Bacon Crisps:   
   Sculpted glamorously    
   into Royal Strips −   
   slid shimmering    
   Onto our Smelt Plate:   
   Global Grand Slam at a Reduced Rate   
   They turned her into eggs,   
   Over Easy:   
   All to the delight,   
   of her dearest Companions, so Greasy.   
      
   Just one Caveat −   
   of which to be aware   
   If you can, remember,    
   please    
   Handle With Care.   
      
   Anybody care for Brains?   
      
   Ẅ   
      
   5/24/21 Approximately   
   For Mr. Dylan's 80th Birthday - kinda late, sorry :-/// i'm not in charge of   
   these things at all - the flow of creativity, that wellspring of Calliope from   
   which all poetry is born... ;-) if this even qualifies as a poem! tiny lol.   
      
   ****   
      
   ps i hope mr. dylan likes it. :-/// :)? what do you think? you guys know about   
   him a heck of a lot better than i do! :) i really have absolutely no idea! ha   
   ha, dlb. my ha ha's are twinged with sarcasm/morbidity/joke's on me, a lot of   
   the time. you know,    
   such as when i don't feel well, like now.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)