At the top of the stairs
I ask for her hand. O.K.
She gives it to me.
How her fist fits my palm,
A bunch of consolation.

look at your hands
your beautiful useful hands
you’re not an ape
you’re not a parrot
you’re not a slow loris

Telephone told me that you were de
Now I hate every telephone’s stup
I’d rather sit here turning to a b
Than pick up any snake of a teleph

When man first flew beyond the sky
He looked back into the world’s bl
Man said: What makes your eye so
Earth said: The tears in the ocea
Why are the seas so full of tears?

Truth is a diamond
A diamond is hard
You don’t exist
Without a Barclaycard
Sorry bout that

Lovers lie around in it
Broken glass is found in it
Grass
I like that stuff
Tuna fish get trapped in it

especially when it snows
and every tree
has its dark arms and widespread h
full of that shining angelfood
especially when it snows

My Mother and Father died some ye
I loved them very much.
When they died my love for them
Did not vanish or fade away.
It stayed just about the same,

It was like keeping a puppy in you
A secret puppy you weren’t allowed
Not even your best friend or your
You wanted to pat him stroke him c
All the time but you weren’t suppo

Look at those naked words dancing
Everyone’s very embarrassed.
Only one thing to do about it
Off with your clothes
And join in the dance.