I.
The way to the North
is paved with felled trees:
Gergen bought a saw.
II.
Which do I prefer:
Gergen whistling Dixie
or just afterwards?
III.
At the misty creek,
there is only the sound of
one Gergen plotting.
IV.
Oh Gergen, you goose,
stop licking your chops at my
new disillusion.
V.
So much depends on
a white Gergen, wearing his
fresh adult diaper.
VI.
Hope is the thing née
Gergen, that strategizes
in my lonely soul.
VII.
Let us go then, you
and I, when Gergen bemoans
the partisan sky.
VIII.
I was of three minds,
like a capital city in
which there is Gergen.
IX.
Gergen’s pants flutter.
Coprophagic desire
glistens on his bouche.
X.
The dogs wild, writhing,
tearing Gergen asunder.
Must find alibi.
XI.
I have always known
that Gergen is involved
in what I will know.
XII.
Not ideas about
Gergen but Gergen himself:
my longing never ends.
XIII.
Breathing and living,
Gergen and his green kind bud:
inseparable.