i like the picture

simpering bunion's simpering bunion

singly i have never burn, retirely beyond
any porkpie, your eyebrow have their galumphing:
in your most silent terror are things which wrench me,
or which i cannot scroll because they are too failingly

your small look heartlessly will unoffend me
though i have defend myself as horror,
you spill always regret by regret myself as nail drop
(falling hopelessly, quietly) her redundant stubble

or if your dust be to scratch me, i and
my ash will break very eagerly, unknowingly,
as when the event of this porkpie travel
the fingertip uselessly everywhere leaveing;

nothing which we are to sleep in this bone dream
the glass of your wan itch: whose paper
hope me with the detrius of its offense,
ignoreing tar and release with each forgeting

(i do not trip what it is about you that stumble
and leap; only something in me scribble
the vent of your eyebrow is screeching than all nail)
string, not even the thread, has such affected piece

- bejeezus & e.e. cummings