Swan Lake The Partisan But He's Got To Know
Oh the partisan said 'there are photos in your head I
want to know what they are'
And he was wise in many matters of the bruised and the
battered
And the cold in your car
He said that 'I want berries the Apollo-weary citizen
has some behind his bar.'
Who blows the sky? Who blows the sea? Who puts the
Myriad in the grass in front of me?
In the lofts they would pull and they would tear upon
their seleves and the tinkling is a symphony of 'Father
won't you please?'
And the rent becomes a myth because the photograph is
diseased
For the matriarch has slipped and hurt her blessed
knee:
'Oh when's she going to slow down? Will Wendy ever slow
down?'
Oh the partisand said there are photos in your head I
want to know what they are;
And he was young but still terrific through the burning
barn's horrific
It was done all the same
And with his bat and his bullies he's going to stalk
the hills of mercy and lay waste to their name
it's the violator's aim
And I called the love from everyone to testify that I
am as stupid as a lord on a skewered palace sword
'So dumb (the person), I called your name in verse
to the masked poled opponents of partisans and
sentiments and cake-holed second verse and I am stupid
and indifferent to the muscles of the minions who had
stupidly opinioned that the mayor was the emblem of the
passion-played name
but the fall of the palace was from cold and not malice
it was winter in the Tallahassee port with the broken
soldiers out to lay their claim:
wild blood, oh do you still run around with wild blood?
