Some women, like raannikens, make for good window-shopping only, Unless one doesn't mind being cut up by glass. Unless one doe an11 mind walking through the glass Like mannikens, some women make for good window-shopping only - bumping into Unless one doesn't mind walking through the glass. She turned out to be a manniken The lady ? would be my puppeteer I am a consummate ass And dangle me from strings in fear 7/ho was fooled by a manniken Who would play the cornsuramate ass .For a manniken and walk through glass rl/i fihKn'-h Like mannikens, some women make for good window-shopping only - .HCU11 ' Unless one is able to walk through the glass You would be my puppeteer You love the power of the puppeteer The lady would be my puppeteer And hang me from strings in fear. xou would be my puppeteer And hang me from strings in fear. Termites eat the bonezs Termites eating the bones of the building: Boring narrow in the marrow
Transcript
Some women, l ike raannikens, make fo r good window-shopping only,
Unless one doesn't mind being cut up by glass.
Unless one doe an11 mind walking through the glass
Like mannikens, some women make for good window-shopping only -bumping into
Unless one doesn't mind walking through the glass.
She turned out to be a mannikenThe lady ? would be my puppeteer
I am a consummate ass And dangle me from strings in fear
7/ho was fooled by a manniken
Who would play the cornsuramate ass
.For a manniken and walk through glass
rl/i fihKn'-hLike mannikens, some women make for good window-shopping only -
. H C U 11'Unless one is able to walk through the glass
You would be my puppeteer
You love the power of the puppeteer
The lady would be my puppeteer
And hang me from strings in fear.
xou would be my puppeteer
And hang me from strings in fear .
Termites eat the bonezs
Termites eating the bones of the building:
Boring narrow in the marrow
f . . . . . . .■ *v
/
One dusty day, 1 went away,
And promised to return as clay -
Oops i your favor ite dish is "broken.
But "before your wish is spoken;
I am hardy s tee l , and hots
I ’ ve become your favor ite pot i
My l i t t l e fa t coquette,
i w i l l never return Who are you torturing now
Because 1 have no cheek to turn Since you played me foul
Or did you get your yet ?
I f you asked me I would not return;
j?or I have no proper cheek to turn*
My l i t t l e fa t coquette
Who are you t i r
My l i t t l e fat coquette,
Who are you torturing now
Since you played me fou l
Or did you get yours ye ?
My l i t t l e fa t coquette,
Who are you torturing now
Sib
My l i t t l e fa t coquette,
^ho are you torturing now,
Since you played me foul -
Didn’ t you get yours yet ?
___________
My l i t t l e fat coquette,
Who are you torturing nowj
Since i threw in the towel
B P s t i you get yours yet ?
The maple*s my favor ite tree;
In autumn, a golden bouquet:
A giant roots up for his sweetie,
As they s t r o l l on a sunny day.
The leaves carousel in the wind,
And l i e , l ike a beautiful rug;
Who treads upon, thoughtless, has sinned,
Squashing the bug that was snug.
Queen bee, queen b ee . . .
Prithee le t me tumble thee
In the bower by the hour;
We w i l l work upon a f lower,
And from you and humble me:
Make a l i t t l e bumble bee l
When leaves were the thing,
The f i g was big in clothing;
(But not a hoot for the f ru i t )
A cent before the advent
Of the hundred dollar suit.
I have a loathing fo r clothing,
I cannot a f ford , and climb aboard
A barrel by Farrel;
Dressed in stunning barks
krom trees in the parks,
Not by Hart, Schaffner and Marx;
Who w i l l never get r ich
On my willow switch
With a be lt of wire -
Does anyone need a hula for hire ?
f f j >
A
For Amateur Lay With my love
With our love ’ s last breath
ForSo with
Slipping thru the f ingers of the windAnd with our lo v e ’ s last breath
Who tucks me in the narrow box
I finger fe e l the narrow earth
And so our love 's last breath
That f la res the candle of death
And so i t l ives our lo v e ’ s last breath
I stumble in the raging storm That quickenspebbled earth
And finger f e e l the narrow
I s tumble o
w
I stumble in the raging storm,
And finger f e e l the pebbled earth
Then someone l i f t s me by the p its
And tucks me in the narrow box
The Last Hour
I stumble in the raging storm,path:
And f inger f e e l the pebbled
That leads into a quiet room
Within a narrow wooden box.
And so i t ’ s gone; pur love 's last breath,
That quickens the candle of death.
And so i t ’ s gone: our lo v e ’ s last breath,
That quickens the ember of death.
And so i t
forever gone: our love 's last breath■ IHrff
■To quicken the ember of death.
We send our love 's last flame
To l ight the candle of death
Our lo v e ’ s last and breath
T i » t l ights the candle of death.
Left At The GateOutside her yard, i stand and wait?
Who tr ied and fa i le d to open the gate;
That she must open with free w i l l -
And I have no more time to k i l l 1
She painted a gate on her brick wal l
Roled out a red carpet
Some women, l ike mannikensf
make for good windowshopping only
Unless you don't mind being out up
by glass.
She painted a gate on her brick wall
Rolled out the rug and
The Bloody Carpet Treatment l
She painted a gate on her brick wall;
Rolled out the carpet, and said; Gome, ca l l 1
Fate's Locked Gate jMuw&at e
Outside her yard, X stand and wait,
Who tr ied and fa i led to force the gate;
That she must open of free w i l l -
And I have no more time to k i l l i
Some woman, l ike mannikens
Always keep an eye on the pri: 3
Always keep your eye on the prize
Like mannikens, some woman
5 ^
Some womanone meets
-
The overcast sun
f loa ts in the motes on the glazed eye of the rabbit
A wasp in a sunbeam.*,
hangs i t s haunches,
f loats in the motes
The overcast sun
echoes on the glazed eye
of the dead rabbit.
A wasp in the window/ poison ivy
A wasp in the window...
hangs i t s haunches,/f/1;,;;/, > r
f loa ts in the motes.
lovers in the poison ivy
beginning to scratch the surface
Shady so l i tu de . . .
dripping breats
Termites eat the bones
of the building, boring narrow
in the marrow.
Shady so l i tu de . . .
dripping breasts
and r ipp l ing l i l i e s .
Boring narrow
in the marrow, termites eat the bones
of the buiIding.
Rats on the dump...
a part ia l eclipse in JuneQ
or a nibbled moon.
A thread o f web
wafts from the linden's crown:
a s i lve r s l i v e r of sun.
T
A rash of stars,
and "blistering puddles -
lovers in poison ivy .
V *
A rash of stars
in a b l is te r in g pool -
lovers in poison ivy .
$
The overcast sun
echoes on the dead rabbit *s eye -
a swocping vulture.
A lone rat on the dump...
chewing a cookie,
viewing the part ia l eclipse
The golden maple leavest
"Once upon a time, there was a bug
snug in a ru g .•
A lone rat on the diDusk in s t i l ln ess speaks
sentences of f i r e f l i e s
and fawn feed*
A part ia l eclipse in Junes
rats on the dump
getting their cookie . . .
A lone rat on the dump,
chewing a cookie,
viweiwing
r
Afternoon haze
steeps with cicadas -
A distant scarecrow
steeps in afdremcon haze:
cicada.
A fo
A convention of crows
over the tw i l igh t wood:
thunderheads•
H
A distant f la g
s t i l l in afternoon hazei
c i ty roo f tops•
City roo f topsSu * £
smolder with a f ternoon haze
a s t i l l f l a g .
Afternoon haze
smolders on c i ty ro c f tops:
a s t i l l f la g . i K
A convention of crows
over the twil ight wood -
and a thunderhead-banner•_____ _ '1
A distant f la g
s t i l l in c i ty haze
Red-wing bedlam...
f lu rr ies of c a t ta i l seed:
a cat in the reeds
A cat in the reeds . . .
f lu r r ie s of c a t ta i l seed:
red-wing bedlam •
Red-wing bedlam
How smooth his pate
slipping down to the
the highlight of the sun.
A bu tter f ly in roses
strings an umbi1ica l
a cardinal hurries thru the mulberries
Sons in the sun:
a white but
A white bu tte r f ly
strings her um
A white butter f ly in roses
strings an umbilical cord;
sons in the sun l
A white bu tter f ly
strings her umbilical cordthe
from sen to son in sun.
A poor peep of song,
but the red-wing on a reed
A poor peep of song;
red-wing on a reed
learning a cardinal v ir tue .
In the breeze-blown pampas''-
a red-wing peeps
to the cardinal 's song.
A peeping red-wing
out-ranked in fyLji rank reeds;
the cardinal's song l
A black cat
A part ia l eclipse
in June, rats on the dump -
and the nibbled moon.
A part ia l eclipse
in June, a rat on the dump -
and the nibbled moon.
A s t i l l f la g
steeps in afternoon haze
A black cat in reeds . . .
f lu r r ies of c a t ta i l seed;
red-wing bedlam la wave of scampering squirre l
\
Breeze-blown pampas grass;
waves of squirre l
chasing ca t ta i l seed L
t
The lake1s forked tongue
slipping over the dam...
a struggling snake.
In the garden pool -
the bass leaps for a f i r e f l y : so l i ta ry
a lone star.
March wind-blown c a r t . . .
r o l l in g on the market lo t : thea lost b a l l
In the r ice paddy -
a s t i l l stork 's 3tieks frame
the
A s i lv e r s l i v e r of sun...
wafts from the linden's crown:
a thread of web.
The red ba l loon . . .
a ch i ld 's heart
clipsea the moon.
After the rain,
an earthworm stretches -
and shrinks the long night.
shallowsIn the r ice paddy -
the s t i l l stork's sticks frame
a distant scarecrow.
To your f e e t ,r
the chrysalis crumbles -
St and w oman l
The young maple leaves7/5'/
i ts poem in paving:
Maiden solitude
Naked s o l i tu d e . . .
breasts and ripples
Trapesing t r o l l o p . . .
scarlet harlot:
autumn afterglow.y
Naked so l i tu de . . .
dripping hreasts
r ippling l i l i e s .
l e a f of long ago
An old couple
watching dogs in heat
wedding car horns l
The last of summer
down the drain of the pool -
the autumn wind.
A lone scarecrow
Billowing clouds
down the drain of the pool
the autumn wind.
Two lovers
walking in the autumn f i e ld s -
a lone scarecrow.
A striped kite
The last of warm rain^.-
down the drain of the poo
the autumn wind. ^
Sots of dusk...
passing thru the tips of the crow's wings
footprints in the snow - shot-gun pe l le ts V
Off to school iIn the autumn f i e l d s . . .
f i l l i n g father 's shoes.
Billowing clouds -
the funeral cortege presses slowly
int c
on the tar read.
the scarecrow is Blessed
with ignorance, with just being.
How dark and senaggy
clutching the overcast sun...
the horse chestnut tree.
The farmer's grave
beneath the saplings -
the sound of young leaves.
t * '
Sew samaras
on sardines
f ly in g f ish .
The du3 ty lake
at dawn
Ascending*.* descending
Ascending and descending...
wigglers in the rain barrel;
bathing maidens.
The dusty lake at dawn...
"ceding carp s t i r the syrup - sunny
era of cloud.
sun butters the clouds
A cataract on the cataract
Arching i t s t a i l
ough’ s toothpicks
Scorpion.
B o 11 oms - up swan ^
bobbing on the pond, -
billowing clouds.
Swell gently la k e . . .
the evening sun has l e f t
the moon with child.
Ascending and descending...
a lone wiggler in the rain barrel
and a bathing maiden.
The l i t t l e g i r l ‘ s p ig t a i l
dances in the March wind
The kitee
A kite
A dancing k ite
over the checkered landscape:
the l i t t l e g i r l ' s p i g t a i l .
The evening sun
sprawls i t s spawn on the lake:
the noon is with child.
V
'The evening sun
spreads its seed on the lake: '
the moon is with child.
ihe four-masted, schooner
The horse chestnut tree 's strikes s a i l
dark
The withered horse chestnut
clutches the overcast sun -
an a l ight ing vulture.Autumn wind-hlown...
the straw and clothes of the scarecrow
Autumn wind-hlown hats
tumbling in the corn f i e l d . . .
Thoreau 'and the scarecrow's I
In the shoer
In the shower s ta l l -
roaches on beady w a l l s . . .
the negress dries he rse l f .
x
How soft the pampas plumes
Twilight q u ie t . . .
a man' 3 skeleton.
inMoonlight t t h e pines
shellacs the sculpted snow-drifts:
a rabbit 's glazed eye.
Autumn wind-blown...
on the irocr of the empty house:
a faded photograph.
The snowy pampas plumes. . .
how s oi t the tw i l igh t quiet -
a flushed pheasant 1
How 8oft the snowy pampas plumes Winter tw il ight raina flushed pheasant a so l i ta ry urchin neath
A carp
gulping green scum on the lake;
a contraceptive.
How round the carp's mouth*.,
gulping green scum on the lake:
a contraceptive
The gathering storm -
a rain drop's fates my bald pate.*,
the August moon.
The c i ty ha l l arch5
a flower g i r l forces phlox
on a French sa i lo r .
Dogs in heat -
an old lady picking
dandelion leaves.
A mongrel watering weeds
A mongrel wetting weeds...
an old lady picking
dandelion leaves.
an old couple- watching
dogs in heat.
Children playing -
and an old couple watching
dogs in heat.
Wind- bl own clouds...
leading the child to the church:
a white butter f ly
A freckled-face boy
Honeymoon horns
and an old couple watching
An old couple
watching dogs in heat -
honeymoon horns l
A freckled-face g i r l
examines a lady bird-mosaic
on a t iger l i l y .
An old couple
watching dogs in heat -
wedding horns l
the blare of wedding car horns
Two white bu tte r f l ie s child
leading a gfX/X in lace to church:
breeze-blown blossoms
f X V a
Once upon a time
There was a disc jockey
A Ibudmothed one
At that
A praying mantis..*# u s f i V : cmpiimed the c lothes- l ine !
■billowing clouds.
The g l id ing eag le ’ s
shadow on the mountain
Billowing c louds.. .
pinned to the c lothes-l ine:
a praying mantis.
The eag le ’ s shadow A ripe s l ic e of moon...on
sl ips over the mountain linden blossoms dripping
a f te r rain
Summer c o o l . . .
a jar of water perspires
in the shade.
A ripe s l ic e of moon...
dripping blossoms from the linden
a f te r ra in.
A pr aying man t i s . . .
another pin on the c lothes-l ine:
b il lowing clouds.
A fte r night rain,
the linden drips blossoms
a ripe s l ic e o f moon.
City l ights steep in the night rivers
the autumn moon
The aut umn moon. . .
c i ty l ights steep in the r ive r :
the Galaxy.
A scrawny cat in s l e e t . . . pawing
an empty gar bageV
in the a l le y .
A jar o f water
perspires in the shade:
A white- bu tte r f ly
in a hurry goes round
cicada.the whirl ing merry-go-round
Bad relationshipBy the stable -
a horsefly intent on the dunghill:
b i l lowing clouds.
"My bil lowing cloud l "
says the horsefly intent
on the dunghill.
Tiger l i l i e s
a lone carp f in cuts the moon
In the vineyard -
f i r e f l i e s l ight the lea fy lace:
the Galaxy.
In the vineyard -
f i r e f l i e s among the lacey leaves:
the Galaxy.
L
Come to me, Marilyn
Come to me love
Gome to the one you can't
Gome to me Marilyn
Come to me, Marilyn Gome to me, Marilyn
G ome t o me , 1 ove C ome t o me , 1 ove
Gome to the one Gome to the one
You can't stop thinking of iou can't stop thinking of
