My father in all his tobacco loved you
I love you too in all your forms
The slim, unlovely virgin
Floating among German beer
A solitary mourn for a prince
Sealing at a train station
I feel like an anti -cast iron exhibition
Pulling ornaments on everything
she's gone with other boys
Will you be short with her?
Make her read those little Bib les
I'm a purest power, I want her skin
Belly musty, with pencils we wash
the inky bidet out of her head
Will you come into my life
with your sorrow in black carriages
and your perfect memories?
Let us be two severe giants,
not less lonely for our partnership.
To discolor test tubes in
Heavy with proverb and correction
Confusing the stardaze tourism
Queen Victoria, Queen Victoria,