One leaves his leaves at home being a mullen and sends up a lighthouse to peer from: I will have my way, yellow -- A mast with a lantern, ten fifty, a hundred, smaller and smaller as they grow more -- Liar, liar, liar! You come from her! I can smell djer-kiss on your clothes. Ha! you come to me, you -- I am a point of dew on a grass-stem. Why are you sending heat down on me from your lantern? -- You are cowdung, a dead stick with the bark off. She is squirting on us both. She has had her hand on you! -- well? -- She has defiled ME. -- Your leaves are dull, thick and hairy. -- Every hair on my body will hold you off from me. You are a dungcake, birdlime on a fencerail. -- I love you, straight, yellow finger of God pointing to -- her! Liar, broken weed, dungcake, you have -- I am a cricket waving his antennae and you are high, grey and straight. Ha! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG OF ETERNITY IN TIME by SIDNEY LANIER ADDRESS TO THE UNCO GUID, OR THE RIGIDLY RIGHTEOUS by ROBERT BURNS A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 6. CORRINA by THOMAS CAMPION A DEDICATION by ALFRED TENNYSON CALIBAN IN THE COAL MINES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER SEEING HIS OWN PICTURE by PHILIP AYRES ON THE BIRTH OF A FRIEND'S ELDEST SON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |