Paris 1919

With mistletoe and candle green To Halloween we go Ten murdered oranges bled on board ship The cattle graze bold uprightly Seducing down the door To saddle swords and meeting place We have no place to go Then wearily the footsteps worked The halleluj

She makes me so unsure of myself Standing there but never talking sense Just a visitor you see So much wanting to be seen She'd open up the door and vaguely carry us away It's the customary thing to say or do To a disappointed proud man in his grief