Preambles of Hicksville
2005
Im an abigail to my mistress
I eat quinces and postmodern art
Fate sent me a paramour from Istanbul
and flattery conquers my heart
I attach my roentgenograms
and hope he likes my tummy
Istanbul sends aerograms
he wants more than being chummy
I adjourn and retard my dream
speak out what Id never say
But I am more than I seem
when Im not just on holiday
This aint a cryptogram
I unveil my true gallantry
I send kisses in anagramms
but will he satisfy my knight errantry?
Last night I tossed and turned my pillow
and I couldnt get any sleep
waft of mist and the music billowed
I was in rapture of the deep
Let me first scale Mt. Zion
and let me get rid of my sin
before Im thrown into the den of the lion
let me lube up my dry skin
Before you touch me– do you really love me?
cause I have lost my heart once
and ever since, Im lost in polysemy
I admit I like to sit on the fence
