(Verlaine)

We shuffled our faces

laughing like fish.

Really flip flappin'

We had not a wish.

You said, "Look, the ceiling's down,"

You said it five times

with that beautiful frown



Red leaves whirling

across my lawn



I see you weaving.

What dost thou sew?

You look at the floor.

You say, "I really don't know"



I asked my darlin'

why she talks so slow.

She said, "It's the mud above

and the stars below."