Yes he said yes he said
what about a back to back word
that is a gin and tonic
Sunday morning

The sense the sense I get
the sense of patterning in
the bleached spot missing
on a spray on tan

The love love we felt
in that classroom you were
the legless donkey and I
was the magician sawing
the box in half drawing blood

Spattering on the carpet on
the carpet on the alabaster
statues in the hall and this
is my theater

If it makes you hurt if
it draws you close then
my words the mother hen
and it pecks pecks

until stopping once
once it stops the drugs
are gone and my benzedrine
nightmare unfolds melting hearts