mother god, i am alone
hot to trot? i ain't even got a home
regina is cold in spring
snow drifts in a parking lot
but summer fire must burn weeds
a man must sire
pennyroyal tea
morning glory seeds
grow inside of me
seafoam girl look down on me
make me stir
when esther walks down the street
in the shadow of the bough
where they did lie in the leaves
and myrtle white was their delight
supped from the stream
drinking myrtle red
swirling in their heads
leading them to dream