Splendor Gender

“Splendor Gender”



Splendor gender is like being in a bender fender.


Times are short – the days are shorter.


Small and all days.


My tails are tall with fall phases of the moon.


I’ll arrive soon.


I take sleep powders.


Drink only Manhattan clam chowders.


In soupy rain clouds.


It is raining soup as I sit on my stoop.


Is the world a giant bird coop?


The people of the world are fenced in one.


Tearing while peeling an onion in the hot sun.


Tons of fun.


Like a magical trick.


It’s music’s front page news.


Is the world science fiction?


It’s actually got no real spoken diction.


A heightened exultation.


It’s all in your clairvoyant mind.


Just ask Jean Dixon!




By Jon Billet 06.19.14.