I sit in the dusk. I am all alone
Enter a child and an ice-cream con
A parent is easily beguiled
By sight of this coniferous child.
The friendly embers warmer gleam,

There is a knocking in the skull,
An endless silent shout
Of something beating on a wall,
And crying, “Let me out!”
That solitary prisoner

This is my dream,
It is my own dream,
I dreamt it.
I dreamt that my hair was kempt.
Then I dreamt that my true love u

This one is entering her teens,
Ripe for sentimental scenes,
Has picked a gangling unripe male,
Sees herself in a bridal veil,
Presses lips and tosses head,

Now when I have a cold
I am careful with my cold,
I consult a physician
And I do as I am told.
I muffle up my torso

I don’t mind eels
Except as meals.
And the way they feels.

When I remember bygone days
I think how evening follows morn;
So many I loved were not yet dead
So many I love were not yet born.

The pig, if I am not mistaken;
Supplies us sausage, ham, and baco
Let others say his heart is big—
I call it stupid of the pig.

Some people, and it doesn’t matter

Now another day is breaking,
Sleep was sweet and so is waking.
Dear Lord, I promised you last ni
Never again to sulk or fight.
Such vows are easier to keep