the like of you (P16)

i must say,
i have quite not the like of you
as rocks eat up the how of soon
as we ululate to the sleepless moon
as the sun burns to the tune, to the tune
so i've not quite the like of you

i must say,
i have quitenot the likeof you
as flowering rocks turn july to june
as we remember the shadows of noon
as sunburns plastic and papers spoon
so i've notquite the likeof you

i must say,
i have quitnote the lifoke you
as rocks pregnated swell and swoon
as we are killed by that of goon
as sunward turning burned balloons
so i've notquite the lifoke you