Hamlet On The Hammock

HAMLET ON THE HAMMOCK

i am a non-native -
heavy-headed and weary-eyed
in spirits and taxed as if swine.
it is custom in america,
that oil, is merely like bone marrow
from east to west.
madness is foreseen;
though the fortune's star
is an infinite achievement
in corruption and ignorance;
(since nature cannot defend itself)
america's complexion is a bit oily - isn't it?