apple comparison (drunken song)

"com par i sons / are easily done "

apple boy, ripe-brown-eye

stretched elbow, stoic face, brown-lashes

you're a plum, a dream.

like a goldfish in a bowl i reach out to you,

through glass my laser vision

in a bowl, in a bowl, in a bowl

take my orange fin

(chorus: and the green hills were rolling!)

o my ugly coated goat,

you bathtime singer, face with the

round round nose from which

i hung the white starched garment:

you're a plucky, a patient, a monk in a cell

damn these crew-cut bastards that keep walking in,

i trapped you, damn whistler.

i caught you in my jaws and snapped

your spring-loaded bones

into a calcium powder