A TREMENDOUS NEED OF DEBAUCHERY
utahna faith
When I come to you on a beautiful ocean liner
the colors of a hundred cities, my thoughts are sweet
All that glitters, a corset of roses
blond hair, little finger, verses swimming
in the dampness
setting fire to the maddest of the mad
to the spheres screeching anguish
The heart would have tried, dreaming
to steal a kiss, to feel dirtied by the sun,
hanging before a rose in the pasture of the moon
and more sinister pleasures
Come, fresh-faced tramp!
Sovereign of every inundation
I will sleep in your overcoat
heart shaken like a bottle
Tear up my tears
