Clean cut

 

Of course the vacuum cleaner catches lint

the whole house is a fit of rage

but then because heads fall mysteriously

like rubber balls on each other's icicles

then you know the dumbness 

                 the floors will try

before the revolutionary sparrow kisses 

   the red skin of your apple

you polish it with a palm sunday donkey.

Clean, clean cut 

three witches' shots 

I must not touch

because you dare not love me again.

 

Before the smoking deaf pot draws air

you see spring pass by

and then because there are 

                 poles between globe life

then your cake zoo will be 

       emptied of animals

the vacuum cleaner peels off 

           the fluff of the seed pods

and soon the soap offers up rice a la mande.

 

Clean, clean cut

three witches' shots 

I must not touch

because you dare not love me again.