Oh, no, please,

not so many problems:

only two or three!

Beautiful, complicated,

even distressing,

but only two or three,



A problematic little couple

to walk on those days

of frayed nerves,

with  big headaches

amusingly tied up in a ponytail

with a little ribbon, she,

and the little shipwrecked sailor dress

and the hoop of spinning

all around, he,

by Desolation Row.


Understand it,

I am only a poet,

that kind of disconcerting idle.


Excuse me, therefore,

for taking the controversialceptive pill.




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