I would love to love you with flutes
And carapace, with single and devotion,
Followed and following, bereft of everything.
Stood interval drinks in the theatre of the absurd,
I notice you have the lead.
Writ large in the deal a piece is your head.
Out of sight, the loved lie down
And disappear from each others' view.
Need and need and need blow up
In everyone's face the result is avant-garde.
Stood me a star, stand me a ride.
Your wrecked car is a piece of your love.