'Service'
Said the servant
'Where is the the serpent?'
Come on gently, and break my heart

Ones head rolls, from side to side
One floats, like a dead fish
Buddy Holly plays cricket
But he does not bat

There is enough space inside my head
For me to dance
I do not need room
I do not need your walls
And your corridors and doors

But she interests me
With her hair and her breasts and everything
I say 'You. Yes you.
Say what you do.

Probably her nose as much as anything
And she knows what they say
About noses
The darkness is most intense immediately behind the brightest light
I thought that was obvious

I don't care
What costume that girl should wear
So long as it
Does not quite fit
Like her
Round here

Silk and linen have no place
For the girl with the patent leather face
Calgary?
Jerusalem?
Where is tomorrow's party?