You brought meaning Where there was none. You lit-up this world, Where no-other shone! Because quite simply, Put; you are the one. The one my heart beats For; ten to the dozen!
How royally Avant-garde am I? Don’t tell me it isn’t so— As if I needn’t ever know? There’s a peahen at the centre Of every pert-peacocks breast Who pre-empts a willing body
Do you buy into this ballot-box choice? Are we not all blindly, taught and lead. Leaderless, restless; without a “voice” Walked; hand in hand with the dead.
In the staging of opposites! Each a beginning to an end: As one door closes 'tight' Another opens arms godsend Calm, untroubled alight. Everything has its origins?
Better you just dry those sopping-wet big eyes What’s the point in both of us weeping? Surely you can’t now coquettishly disguise… The ways, in which I’m cut, the way I am bleeding…
