Sirens Sound Like Whale Songs Here
Sirens sound like whale songs here –
every element of everything is queer –
it’s surely partly this strange desert air
which must account for the peculiar pair
of opposites that flourish like fraternal twin
and twin in her: care? lust? – silliness within
a sorrow so profound it cannot touch
the cognitive at all?: one talks too much
about her prettiness and witchery –
to know her you must see the stitchery
of flesh to soul – in some unwholesome
pattern she can’t not withhold: and from
no observation I’ve yet made
can I see any sense in the parade
of rampant raging interlacing dances
that invade this San Francisco lady’s glances –
blue flame torches in the sweetest
framing of cool face that wants the fleetest
kiss. One searches for a rhyme for “will” –
so strong in her. One wonders if it’s “kill.”
Sirens sound like whale songs here –
every element of everything is queer –
it’s surely partly this strange desert air
which must account for the peculiar pair
of opposites that flourish like fraternal twin
and twin in her: care? lust? – silliness within
a sorrow so profound it cannot touch
the cognitive at all?: one talks too much
about her prettiness and witchery –
to know her you must see the stitchery
of flesh to soul – in some unwholesome
pattern she can’t not withhold: and from
no observation I’ve yet made
can I see any sense in the parade
of rampant raging interlacing dances
that invade this San Francisco lady’s glances –
blue flame torches in the sweetest
framing of cool face that wants the fleetest
kiss. One searches for a rhyme for “will” –
so strong in her. One wonders if it’s “kill.”
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