Some kinds of love

Marguerita told Tom

Between thought and expression lies a lifetime

Situations arise because of the weather

and no kinds of love

are better than others



Some kinds of love

Margueirta told Tom

like a dirty French novel

the absured courts the vulgar

and some kinds of love

the possibilites are endless

and for me to miss one

would seem to be groundless



I head what you said

Margueritat told Tom

And of course you're a bore

But at that you're not charmless

for a bore is a straight line

that finds a wealth in division

and some kinds of love

are mistaken for vision



Put jelly on your shoulder

Let us do what you fear most

That from which you recoil

but which still makes your eyes moist



Put jelly on your shoulder

lie down upon the carpet

between thought and expression

let us now kiss the culprit



I don't know just what it's all about

Put on your red pajamas and find out.