The opposite of green unleashed a new animal [?] calls where liquid lips were just released from lockjaw A pale boy grabbed my hand as I walked by And thinking his left eye aglow, spun it around to show me Germany Land of husky women and beer, and thought I was impressed I seem to remember chatting with an unsk**fully dressed girl Whose first name meant a lively Polish dance She described how sometimes, an unborn baby will press its face up against its mother's womb Thinking it a window. It must be why children look like distortions of their parents Each time a voice is raised or a skinny black tie is flung romantically across the room I cringe like a sensitive plant There was a largeness about this place which makes people abandon their silence In (and?) their clothes, and those (no?) such things should only be discussed in telegrams Many photos are taken, and soon we find ourselves guilty and inflated Between pages of a magazine