The Partisan But He's Got To Know

Oh the partisan said

s"there are photos in your head I want to know what they are"

And he was wise in many matters of the bruised and the battered

And the cold in your car

He said that "I want berries the Apollo-weary citizen has some behind his bar."

Who blows the sky? Who blows the sea?

Who puts the Myriad in the grass in front of me?

In the lofts they would pull and they would tear upon their seleves

and the tinkling is a symphony of "Father won't you please?"

And the rent becomes a myth because the photograph is diseased

For the matriarch has slipped and hurt her blessed knee:

"Oh when's she going to slow down? Wil Wendy ever slow down?"

Oh the partisand said there are photos in your head I want to know what they are;

And he was young but still terrific through the burning barn's horrific

It was done all the same

And with his bat and his bullies he's going to stalk

the hills of mercy and lay waste to their name

it's the violator's aim

And I called the love from everyone

to testify that I am as stupid as a lord on a skewered palace sword

"So dumb (the person), I called your name in verse

to the masked poled opponents of partisans and sentiments

and cake-holed second verse and I am stupid

and indifferent to the muscles of the minions who had stupidly opinioned

that the mayor was the emblem of the passion-played name

but the fall of the palace was from cold

and not malice it was winter in the Tallahassee port

with the broken soldiers out to lay their claim:

wild blood, oh do you still run around with wild blood?