Wallace Stevenduced Poetry Produced

A prelude to Steven's "The Figure of The Youth as Virile Poet"
Here I present to you a short compilation from the past week...

His and Yours As Mine

So I said, 'why not?'
Confide in your thoughts
So here's what I got.
Hope you're impressed
And anxiousness
Puts to the test
Those fluent
Influence
Since no sense
Is made
Without
Cool aid
Sugar-coated word of mouth.

She's a transient and he don't fancy it
Because she keeps on fleeting, he thinks they'll stop meeting.
So here's what I pictured, and know there ain't much thought
Put into this that's scriptured, but get this, here's what I got.
It's the A-B-C, D-E-eFlowing quite swell on riverbanks from floating
Yellow lemon lime stone tributaries. Mellow. Tubular. You done son? Yes please.
Four down gotta elaborate, describe more shit around the place, now where am I?
Lag, the backyard boi, quit looking so high as a fawn lawning so stagnant a vibe.
Lying there as if you a bull with horns bearing the weakness of loss, pivitol
You did it all done it all and mourned too, rid the bullshit as if writ it all.
Prescripted and all or fail, perform, and unveil your flaw and flail about
So all can see your one trail down worn, entrance only the maize's stalk it stout.
The labyrinth's thickness 'twines my senses seven,
Imagination sickness 'bines ma-sensa heaven.

Whip yur scripture out richer, full, thick, and stout
Disillusion dis fusion of lucre and sweetness
Dispelled inclusion of base above the fleeting mess
Lost. Hush, the bush rustles so pleasant
The pheasant not gone but turnt and tossed
Topsy turve, as the ears steer clear of the eyes
In swerve. The image put forth, believe it not,
The learned service is crude to the blinkless
Who think less and earn more slower, in turn
The balance is in bloom. Knowledge, got some?
Blossom, by ear, listen and void mispells,
Pleasure's endeared to the mind irrawed, as
Nails clipped, the saws of the past are claws as
Veils stripped.

Follow following filling full whole hollow, not so no more,
Swallow stalling mauling bull sullen as a bear hibernating
In its lair, full satisfaction fall dream action vacating
The void the hole ensnared. Poetic appetite impaired,