( Kurt Vonnegut, calling himself an old geezer at 84 resembling an iguana, advises five New York city high school students to make art to make soul grow )
Soul lies in old geezer’s iguana body.
Life is perfect art ,while rhythm lasts.
And iguanas say no poems ,only lies.
But poet iguanas speak beautiful lies.
Soul is a thing to lie about, be lied to
As geezers do their iguana business.