You and me and the demon
in Cell 32, beneath a half moon.
The tall priest stands by the short one.
Strands of hair fall from their ears.
We are going to wrestle,
The devil and I, and I will be alone.
Down in the brown essence, we will
Test the nowhere to run principle.
Wild flowers grow tall in the country,
In the country beyond the walls.
Wild flowers such as adorn
The impossible hair in the impossible movie.
The hair that grows from the ears of infidels
Contains music alluding to midnight trysts.
One must separate the word from the metal
to enlarge the word, and the metal from the air.
There is a woman in my mind, quite still,
Waiting in the garden through which I stroll,
This woman is a part of the cell;
She is in the excrement and in the soul.
Her eyes are deep brown, her hair is styled
As one of the harlots in an American theater.
She and I and the demon
in Cell 32, beneath a half moon.
She and I on the ship, having pleasure
As the sun flickers at the solid shore.
