Arthur Vogelsang
CALIFORNIA
Everyone has some trees, and
I
wanted to take you out under
mIne,
The hairy shady ones and the ones with firecrackers hanging
down naturally
Or fastened by me,
I
wanted to abandon this phony voice
As we went through the patio or if it screamed don ' t leave me
Jesus
I'll
die
As we passed through the nice garden dragging it clamped tooth
and nail to our cuffs
And it had a headache from the even, massive hedges ,
From the sight of women in grief and sexy
In
nightgowns in the increasing light through doorways,
I
would keep the house for it, little fierce violent doll with big
teeth
Jerking around the house biting the furniture,
And live out under these trees speaking directly like a saint
And simply like a good man, altering by degrees the gas flame of
my portable power,
To you and to those youngsters beyond the fence off a ways,
Cheering, at a distance, and the 4 billion beyond them.
