don’t mean to say those things
don’t mean to tell those tales
don’t mean to share that love

mean to bring all of me
mean to sing soft low pretty
mean to ring your bell
but gentle clear and well
mean to be a full friend
mean to bring all of me

where’s it go when your guts
are sprawled out blood and mucous
upon the dining room floor
where’s it go when your butt’s
fell out good and virtuous
all from a bore and how he gores
?

can’t really say
this was wanted
or not

more like
a stone that’s there
crowds at a fair
a tree that falls
a robin’s call

and everything else
that just
kind of
happens