Oh, to be liberal again and
lift the spirits of lightning; to
be black and white boasting,
breaking and willing again.

The door is locked!

Oh, to ruin the rights again and
rip off torment or sedation; to
be hot and cold frightening,
freaking converting again.

The door is locked!

All right:

I got to meet Martha, for she
can tamper my tingles; she
can brighten my bore and
undo dubious dimples;
she may give me
advice, advocate
my vocation…

Still the door remains locked
in spite of admiration,
while I’m making
the most of it!

M.J.C.A. Stout Vuurland