Russian fiddle dances on the piano concertina
all that chartered grace amidships roiling
through the dirty print dresses of another era
sobersides sarabande's carapace comes to pieces
apace as though a Rilkean as though were pertinent
Roger Roger I give unbounded credit to
I've never known one personally
I always wanted a friend called Roger
forget the connotations and reel the yearbooks in
where is she when you really need him
counting the haws and kicking against the pricks
a debile crooner or a punkah stare august
sobbing in starlight by the brackish brook
any Mann oder Weib whose name is Roger
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