To speak honestly as Woman
from Plain Girl's frivolous frock  

is dreg-lugged warble is 

wood, smooshed on wet/rock. 

      And to spill out a poem (suggested)
      from throne of insolent BLARGHH
      is stuffing a pig til red-breasted
     of all good blunders of Marx.
Above all, to love you 

longing only for play in a pinch, 

turns that pulse of this new 

to frothing billow none in-clenched. 

And somewhere,  

on a green sea shore,
a blue whale bellows 

         -- himself no more.