NEVER IN THIS WORLD YOU WILL
DROP A YELLOW SPONGE
I
there's a yel-; low sponge
in my hand
wiping up the sp-
illed wine
from the asian steppes.
tomor-;row is the 20th of Sept-
ember
I have not got one suit of
new clothes to wear when I meet
you at the Algonquin/
I wanted
a grey
silk
shirt with tiny boxes
I know that you would've
snagged
your wic-;ked finger
nayl
in it when I tou-;ched
your
heart hello.
hel-;lo
II
This is the skim the top
for you, Sophia of
purple ventricle
I've stopped winning
the duels
with john wayne
or karl marx
or he a dead cat
in algeria
a person named anybody
a fly
with
its claw
clutching
a nylon laundry
bag
of
the best eastern
weeds in
the world
hello I dropped a
yellow sponge chock full o'wine
on
your miraculous
little feet
III
the girl that I marry
will have to be
a singer of
can-
ta-
ta mel
ody
she'll laugh
when we kiss our toes cool in the
wine plump yellow sponge
I will explain
the myths of male/female
relationships
when we dig down deep our hearts
in yel-;low sponge.
We will both have
drunk too much light chicken
broth & then have felt awk/
ward
o awk/
ward
as we stood/
together/ so quiet
like yellow sponge