Poor Fellows
full tilt,
or sneeze as they please.
on a bicycle.
Pablo Neruda
canons and squadrons debark on missions to liquidate love.
Hotels spy on the九_九_藏_書ir guests,
Poor Fellows
have to raise their climax,
till a man and his girl
or bulls gossip with bullocks before they go out in publ九*九*藏*書ic with cows.
who after much milling about,
everyone interferes with your loving.
do something unique,
Whether they whisper to each other in swamps abo九-九-藏-書ut illegitimate frogs,
Everyone pries under your sheets,
or the joys of amphibious living.
All those ears and those jaws working incessantly,
They say terribread.99csw•comle things about a man and a woman,
windows name names,
I ask myself if birds single out enemy birds,
all sorts of compunctions,
I ask myself whether frogs are so 九*九*藏*書furtive,
Even the roads have eyes and the parks their police.
to make love to each other in peace.
What it takes on this planet,
they both lie with each other in one bed.