sonnet from philip: pastorale

                




That I might be the blowever

That I might be the bright shove

That I might be the spans

That I might be the snow glove

That I might be the potatoes

That I might be the meteor shower

That I might be Vermeer, but bleep

That I might be the wetter smile

That I might be the hottest creep

That I might be the amber capture

That I might be the Louvre sans stupid rapture

That I might be the bright defilement

That I might be the patcher, jester, skull-addresser

That I might be sleep's image dresser