Nowhere
but in this garden can one find a flea tree.
Nowhere
but on a flea tree can one find a reed leave.
Or leaf,
if you like.
Never
but on a reed leave can one smell oriential haze.
Never
but in a smell of haze will one vision a cantering
cars.
Or car,
if you desire.
Nowhere
but on a cantering cars can one find a garden.
And only
in this garden do flea trees ripen and become
harden.
Or hard,
if you hate grammar.

Gain
or Lose?
What
does it profit a man when he gains the world?
Soundful
seas with waves which curl.
Bright
golden sunsets on beaches and sands.
Towering
mountains and green farming lands.
Gold
of the upmost and silver galore.
Streamed
restaurants and all chains of stores.
Miracle
medicines, chemicals, women and all double chins.
All the
film festivals and museums and Disneylands.
Glasses,
dishes, pots and pans.
People
of wisdom and people of hate.
Sore
throats, stomach pains and headaches
Lust to
no end and rapes every night.
Claiming
excitement and terrifying fright.
Death at
many doorsteps and corpses in slum streets.
Leopard
fingers and frostbitten feet.
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