One leaves his leaves at home <br />beomg a mullen and sends up a lighthouse <br />to peer from: I will have my way, <br />yellow--A mast with a lantern, ten <br />fifty, a hundred, smaller and smaller <br />as they grow more--Liar, liar, liar! <br />You come from her! I can smell djer-kiss <br />on your clothes. Ha! you come to me, <br />you, I am a point of dew on a grass-stem. <br />Why are you sending heat down on me <br />from your lantern?--You are cowdung, a <br />dead stick with the bark off. She is <br />squirting on us both. She has has her <br />hand on you!--well?--She has defiled <br />ME.--Your leaves are dull, thick <br />and hairy.--Every hair on my body will <br />hold you off from me. You are a <br />dungcake, birdlime on a fencerail.-- <br />I love you, straight, yellow <br />finger of God pointing to--her! <br />Liar, broken weed, dungcake, you have-- <br />I am a cricket waving his antennae <br />and you are high, grey and straight. Ha!<br /><br />William Carlos Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/great-mullen/
