  Rabelais and Maeterlinck Have subsided to one grin Upon your sharply cumbersome face. Coarseness and a psychic hope Dominate your voice As you prattle to women Purchasing sugar and salt. Then your face and voice Alter to a serious fraud Eagerly learning the technique of deceptions, As you answer this dryly emasculated Grey-beard, discussing the tendencies in hogs. When the night replenishes Your store of morbid desires, You will try to piece together A cajoling violin From your sweet-heart’s syllables, Fumbling with hot hands for the unseen strings. |
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