"MY SON LEARNS TO SWIM"
Test the waters, dear
Boiling the brook, a boy soup
Boy turns into frog
Splish, splash, strong breast stroke
An umblilical cord for
A life preserver
Kicking in protest
Struggling in shallow pool
My son goes under
"OVERGROWN FUR OF BLACK"
There, he rests upon thy cloudy love-seat
A winged creature lulling the curse to sleep
He is the Keeper of Dreams, on God's feet
Bundle up your weary prince, beg to keep
Although burdensome, rinse off wounds with prayer
Hold him captive, drawing him in, caged bird
With sweetness of song, but somber mood: stare
Guiltless blasphemy is a spoken word
Betray that bird, betray with branding rod
Lose yourself in the horned Master's rapture
Bury all love into a heart of sod
Pull off his wings, pleasured by his capture
Pin Angel to a cross with the thumbtack
I, as your lover, would revel in that
