May - Count Zero
May
May
The only bugs seems to be
These buxom busy
Breeding bees who appear
As charmed as we by
The flowers on your dress
The evening breeze wears
A perfume sweet enough to
Ask in the room and warm
Enough I don't presume
It's keeping secrets
It's keeping secrets
It rustles
Each of these tree's fleece
Each of these tall boys green
And obese with their uncombed hair
Humming peace
And making me full within
The sun knows only to be serene
And hasn't learned to scream
Holes in the screen which lines
This carriage clean
And protects this fresh moist skin of May
May
May
May
May
May
I know I'll lose you
You're only here one inch out of
Every year and every time
You disappear before I learn how
To work your faucets
I wish I could stop these bland etudes
And savor blessed with an aptitude
For full figured gratitude
Each second each stitch on your corset May
May
May
May
May
May
May
