Dear Mother,
I followed my heart
and they made me eat it
our long journey reached
its messy end,
Mine begins again
I wander lonely as a cloud
and now, nothing but rain
My passion is quenched
with wine, with tepid beer
dolorous, I am in the doldrums
my sails are like my cock: limp.
Small pleasures, they left me
with the cat who appears
glad of my sadness, bringing me
small gifts: a tuft of bird brain,
ribbons of artery, intestinal lace,
I look to my ring's shadow
bitterness coils in me,
so much wasted time
Give me vibrato, give me
duende, slippery
slippery songs to drown in
inside the bower the birds sing
I lay down a mean green python
to wind its way up the trunk
nature's gods are small and spiteful
today, I know the feeling
