The Ecstasy of Nonsense

Humble honors of gentle gazes
Loves of lagging splattered vases
Guilty pleasures of fawns and dogs
Joyous fun of beaten sobs

Single murder of love so great
loveless fields of loveless grapes

Of beauty's twist and lust's desire
Of moonlights beam and dying fire
Of death and harm to electric wire
Of morning's gloom and bleeding pliers

Of nonsense words of little meaning
To life's defined
and funeral's meaning

For I have nothing worth the stare
Blind my eyes and rip my hair.