The Caretaker's Volume

Lifted spirits,

Soul spurts,

Transcendental longings of the third kind.

The fifth dimension of order

Of quasi-impulse radiation

Satisfaction.

Cooky birds want the cracker

But she doesn’t want it.

Twomes of gutterhalls dance in my

Elysian vision.

That’s because we left our word hordes

In the alps.

The clean, clean,

Elysial,

Transcendental,

Pure,

Clean,

Alps.