Great Mullen

One leaves his leaves at home
being a mullen and sends up a lighthouse
to peer from: I will have my way,
yellow⁠—A mast with a lantern, ten
fifty, a hundred, smaller and smaller
as they grow more⁠—Liar, liar, liar!
You come from her! I can smell djer-kiss
on your clothes. Ha, ha! you come to me,
you⁠—I am a point of dew on a grass-stem.
Why are you sending heat down on me
from your lantern?⁠—You are cowdung, a
dead stick with the bark off. She is
squirting on us both. She has had her
hand on you!⁠—Well?⁠—She has defiled
Me.⁠—Your leaves are dull, thick
and hairy.⁠—Every hair on my body will
hold you off from me. You are a
dungcake, birdlime on a fencerail.⁠—
I love you, straight, yellow
finger of God pointing to⁠—her!
Liar, broken weed, duncake, you have⁠—
I am a cricket waving his antenae
and you are high, grey and straight. Ha!