The faded blond out beauty
Let my tongue cleave to my mouth
If I forget you
Floating peacefully
They asked us to sing a sad song
How, motherfucker, can I sing a sad song?
Alone?
Like the stone they said Osiris was
When he came up dancing?
Moon.
If it were spelled m-u-n-e
It would not cause madness
Put your feet on the ground
Money doesn’t grow on trees.
By Jack Spicer
The faded blond out beauty Let my tongue cleave to my mouth If I forget you Floating peacefully They asked us to sing a sad song How, motherfucker, can I sing a sad song? Alone? Like the stone they said Osiris was When he came up dancing? Moon. If it were spelled m-u-n-e It would not cause madness Put your feet on the ground Money doesn’t grow on trees.