That Melancholy..

          that melancholy 
           fellow'll play 
           his handorgan 
           until you say 

       ' i want a fortune ' 

          .At which(smiling)he stops: 
           &pick 
           ing up a magical stick 
           t,a,p,s 

         this dingy cage:then with a ghost 

           's rainfaint windthin 
            voice-which-is 
            no-voice sobcries 

        "paw?lee"

           —whereupon out(SlO 
                wLy)steps(to 
                mount the wand)a by no 
                means almost 

            white morethanPerson;who 

               (riding through space 
                 to diminutive this 
                 opened drawer)tweak 

         S with his brutebeak 

             one fatal faded(pinkish or 
              yellowish maybe)piece 
              of pitiful paper— 
              but now,as Mr bowing Cockatoo 

       proffers the meaning of the stars 

           14th st dis(because my tears 
            are full of eyes)appears. Because 
            only the truest things always 

               are true because they can't be true

e. e. c.