Sonnet Eight

Flaming rose bush how do you do and (do you see)? The distance from here to sometimes (is to near) for exactly according to almost always. (So we) say to God: "grant us half-smiles," (in the mirror) above evenings white-bellied bed and (she dancing) says to me: "God likes to giggle," (do you)? I say: "he-he," believe me differently (romancing) you in your world somewhere watching (fire works too) far to see the shapes of afterwards (clearing) in yellow puff-puffs of plus or minus (while) tonight is gargoyling and tomorrow is (nearing) the distant haze of almost rose smell (you smile) And say: "look at all the crazies!" (here and there) And that is how you do it (pretty lady) of everywhere.