letter regarding heine

postal service radical
delivering your opinions
to the front curb
freshly mown lawn
these dreams of suburbia

but he was in a cage
had mind troubles
and fermented spit
when it bubbles
in its rage
it's relentless

i read the front page
and would like to inquire
of the old poet
whose dog has bitten its sharp chain
and let loose as a quick wit
in glass script
beaming when im reading
it seems to me of course
hes seething
but when we get down to it
his moonshine was still full beaming
onto the pavement

and I thought I would like
to remind him in his snark
though his words are much bigger
in stark contrast to the earlier poet
that he's a romantic soul
they don't tire from human events
they grow from it

but Mr Marx the editor knows
the talent in the old still gleaming
in the man at second sight
remind him best of all for the moonlight
with my wishing he may return to it