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■ Clinging
See those apples clinging to the trees
those acrobats attached to their trapeeze
Thin-skin hugs his stove to keep it hot
Sweet-tooth hoards his dainties till they rot
see that couple clinging with all they’ve got
clasping the moon with hands and feet and knees
their moon’s as full of holes as Gruyère cheese.
Take cover! get inside! away and hide! from what?
Let’s start again whichever way you please
see those apples clinging to the trees
without his reins the horse will never trot
the watchman hates to leave his fenced-in plot
some like tea others like their tot
some have children, some a Pekinese
their faithful mutt’s a mangy bag of fleas
Take cover! get inside! away and hide! from what?
Brush or pulpit, gun or railing seize!
ensnare the sky, the cranes’ wild cry, the breeze
climbers need their rope, the bolt its slot
beads must have their string, the tie its knot
try reading Marx, Coué can help a lot
thrilled by the reciprocated squeeze
flesh clings to bone with seeming ease.
Take cover! get inside! away and hide! from what?
It makes no sense whichever way you please
see those apples clinging to the trees
the swimmer clutches at the water and for what?
to keep from drowning, as like as not.