Gottingen Delay (Fortune Days)
For six kinds of week That I walked to in freedom And weary all torches We are brown And in alliance with you So women redeem As the arts unfold On a calculator of hearts to befriend I played with matches To burn one single poem But this one was the courthouse computer
And no more to the pail Of honest mayday at fern And en publique Je suppresse L’acier du nord
There were bananas at rote And the worst kind of madman He walked to his own man And laughed With Maine in the elbow But freedom befellows In verdant return So everyone would compost the hay
There were drops of freedom in the aisle And I suppose I could write down my name With upside down layout And not knowing of secret We had secretaries deliver the news That first past proportion Was eternally posted To be grateful of hatred supposed
Sussex redemption Was a pride I had noticed I studied the return of the well And paddle the river And traded my gun For a day on the tiling at Fields
Popcorn in the mouth And words of mercy And yes We can hear you It’s yesteryear again I tasted ivory and burns And was jealous of freedom It was theirs And I wept for the Cross
What greenest amount It was ninety percent And non communist And non commital to the cape For pages of regret And a cleansing of Dan Soil of forests beget
I had tapes of my own Of gladness in practice To the moon To Venus and Carr Especially isthmatic And breathing with them I borrowed my lantern to them
And we stopped the RT And the spray of Turkey And the chopping of sparrows And returned to Exeter And Downsview And sown fields And we married