Virgin Sun

     I am wont to sleeping boy

Now the world wants men

My sheets smooth as coarse soil

Young adults must coil like rose.

 

Walking the altar with empty coffers

The world beheld solicitous lovers

After much wheedling and simpering

The books wide open for thrusts.

 

The book bagged a brood

Flurry hoopla ushered with coo

Under the warmth of an oak tree

I lurked the whistle of bill spree.

 

What was well one now bad two

The coquet smile now sour like lime

Now it preen upon me to pamper

And feed and fees and cerelac.

 

If to drive the dangerous path

And the brood not borne gold

If to chart the bale course

And he not a doctor of drugs or laws.

 

O virgin sun!

I know not whither you go

I know not whether the rain

Will whet your roof with kiwi fruits.

 

When you love you have lost

To wail, to whiff, to whimper

When you love you have won

Gardens of orchids and sweet peas.

 

 

 

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