Liturgy of Modern Love: IV
If we’re clear on this,
And I think we’re clear on this,
Then we’ll proceed.
We’re not so mired in ourselves
To not know what we’re doing.
(We know what we’re doing)
Now, let me talk about this One:
You’re the only One:
When you smile
Your crooked Joker’s smile
And put that trapper hat over those
Corn-fed locks and cowlick hair
Our schooling without direction
Passions without erections
Sense of duty
With its d e r e liction
Oh elixir of the still point
Pour your honeyed lies
Into my open Eyes: do you feel all right now?
Now, let me talk about this one;
Now, let me talk about this one: