A poet has senses that cannot even be felt,

A poet has senses that cannot even be felt, and so in the subtly shifting tenebrae of a white night in Sankt Peterburg, 1895, Andrei wrote, without knowing why: "LET'S ROCK!!!"

And yea but the peasants did drinketh, And whoa but the kings did summon forth the cannons for the overture, And aye the maidens swung their skirts around and around and around

And lo and behold, the eye of thy heavenly gaze lifted up at this last forthcoming; thy fate shall lie in the hands of the lustful beggar, where be it slumber betwixt the nay sayer

as doth an ox craveth an cow doth the sweet words droppeth as from heaven itself into thine ears. Thusly, the beggar's discourse doth soothe thy soul and verily shall ye repenteth

shouldest thou taketh a word in vain, for frugal shalt thou in thy prosa be.Didst not word become vegatable so that thou shouldeth know the ways of all fruit? Verbiage from heaven

and forlorn of hope, yon shrubbery spake thine name in a couth tone. A tone suggesting carnal knowledge. Full ruffian I name thee forsooth! Begone from such environs as I call mine

or ye shall suffer the full brunt of mine wrath. Profane shrubbery hath no place in thy charnel-house. Knave of foliage be damned, our party won't endure this malevolence, Malvolio

Perused the bills delivered by peregrine falcons. "Love cannot pay the rent!", he told the May Queen. She shrugged and said, "The Green Knight knoweth nothing of this, he doeth the

sexy walk when he listens to Beyonce. I am but a man May!," he says as tears fall down his face. He suddenly has a flashback to his past, a time where his parents never