Tell Joy she looms around angels.
. . . No grim Dionysus . . . disco reveries.
Merciful blue scriptures read as a song of anguish.
Icy laughs if you can see.
. . . I would have thought to envy the gate,
. . . delved above, scratched, or chiseled on canvas.
Dazzle, pressured on, we live dirty.
Why men must confront our Saturday affair,
. . . a key opportunity beside my moon.
My fear, if it is a miss, observes,
Walk Mama, silhouette your freedom!
Now share, a negative angry angel!
. . . (Need our sculpture worry?
They said rivalry wasted dreams.)
. . . Here, when filmed wild, it's sad,
Daddy needs good smoke.
I endeavor to choose an old soft ritual.
. . . On Crete, a Mother of film walks,
. . . they have lost patience.
Come obsessive Partner, it shows your set.
" . . . I'm another - what completes?
"I have form, obdurate metaphor!"
Please believe we can't go there,
Above our faith in brains, raw partner,
. . . Care strokes best.
Make a thin grass opinion,
Mounted metaphor.
. . . Come Sir, try some moon child.