I saw *** Hutton in his prime

Another time

another time

Every time
I give you something
You drop it
And step on it
Kick it
Ignore it and dismiss it
So what will happen
If I give you
My heart?

And so this is the end.
But in the end,
It was like they said:
Sweeter than most.

Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
And all the craggy mountain yields.

There we will sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses,
With a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.

My Pillow gazes upon me at night
Empty as a gravestone;
I never thought it would be so bitter
To be alone,
Not to lie down asleep in your hair.

I lie alone in a silent house,
The hanging lamp darkened,
And gently stretch out my hands
To gather in yours,
And softly press my warm mouth
Toward you, and kiss myself, exhausted and weak-
Then suddenly I'm awake
And all around me the cold night grows still.
The star in the window shines clearly-
Where is your blond hair,
Where your sweet mouth?

Now I drink pain in every delight
And poison in every wine;
I never knew it would be so bitter
To be alone,
Alone, without you.

The way you put your hand upon my thigh:
You do not move,
You do not stroke;
You only press and you
stay.
You make my body ache for you.

I know I'm not supposed to love you anymore,
but still you let me lay with you,
My forehead against your shoulder,
My fingertips tracing the
sea
on the inside of your elbow.

In the middle there is no sea, just
sky
and
sky,
which is a sort of
sea,
you say.
Then trace the
sky
along my clavicle,
My Not-Supposed-To Love,
and I'll tattoo my love for you in the stars you leave behind.

Last 'eve I came upon my Walk
which said to me in baneful talk,
"Do carry on,
the day is gone,
and do not sit to write or squawk!"

I stood up in exasperation,
heeding to the consultation,
by chance I see,
oh could it be?
My one and only Adoration!

"My Love, my Dear,
why do you linger?"
Said my Darling unto me.
"You stay too long
in Thought and Song
and do not work,
nor lift a finger!"

"This Poem's my work,"
I quick defended,
"All these Abstracts I've befriended.
It takes a long time
to convince them to rhyme
and my poem's not halfway ended!"

Just then Leisure showed up on the scene.
"Why would you say that?
Why be so mean?
Can't you see that she works hard
'most every day?
Those nouns, verbs, and adjectives
get in the way!"

He said this to shield me
from Love's wicked glances.
With Tweedle and Dum
and a bottle of ***
he sat down to enjoy my advances.

I cut open my body
to see what was there:
Anatomy, Soul,
or some Alien's Lair.

But to my surprise
I inevitably found
That cogs, wheels and gears
Were spinning around.

"A machine! A machine!"
I angrily cried.
Got sick of this "life,"
Took acid, and died.

Like the rain,
Like the snow,
Like the leaves,
Just as the millions before me,
Just as the billions after me,
I will surely fall.

I filled the ocean with fire,
I froze these blowing winds with one touch.
I walk along this fiery tide,
this icy breeze is not enough.

I followed the smoke and danced,
beneath these ashes though I can't..

Release this guilt from me,
It could fill the seven seas.

I followed the smoke,
and it followed me.

I danced with the ashes,
and they danced in me.