The gut of an opera? Murder in the menagerie?
A swain opens the envelope of his deportment,
practices the rough grammar of wordless adoration,
with the matrimony of palate, breath and tongue.
Hats hit torsos, pitch like ripe apples.
Her lashes go by like a hearse.
Saucy postcards become banal billet-doux.
Such raillery is thickened by her mercy.
The monkey smiles dampen to plea,
empty of empfindung, of everything.
The strains wilt, as do footsteps,
to end the deservedly deserted concerto.
practices the rough grammar of wordless adoration,
with the matrimony of palate, breath and tongue.
Hats hit torsos, pitch like ripe apples.
Her lashes go by like a hearse.
Saucy postcards become banal billet-doux.
Such raillery is thickened by her mercy.
The monkey smiles dampen to plea,
empty of empfindung, of everything.
The strains wilt, as do footsteps,
to end the deservedly deserted concerto.