(for Gerrit Lansing)
to be forgiven in the air
the whole seizure
bequeathed of new silhouettes
now dirty o dark breathless rhyme some night
blue sounds wrench
pop into blood the happy Charles
the wind in our heads
across the blinded avenue
in the filthy daylight roar of
our latest deadly scourge
was a sexual blank-blank
it let in the feelings of
spring (our spring re-
flexes giddily sprung)
but you’d never soothe
the legendary dark
to be forgiven in the air
the whole seizure
bequeathed of new silhouettes
now dirty o dark breathless rhyme some night
blue sounds wrench
pop into blood the happy Charles
the wind in our heads
across the blinded avenue
in the filthy daylight roar of
our latest deadly scourge
was a sexual blank-blank
it let in the feelings of
spring (our spring re-
flexes giddily sprung)
but you’d never soothe
the legendary dark
December days nor
their out-wooded elfs
lessen it be performed
a wild and mythical secret
o beautiful furry solace
against a drenchéd boulevard
the colors of the hairy roses
near the sea’s bailiwick
of love the change
of the sky what plunks
o don’t even try to get it all in
a wild and mythical secret
o beautiful furry solace
against a drenchéd boulevard
the colors of the hairy roses
near the sea’s bailiwick
of love the change
of the sky what plunks
o don’t even try to get it all in
