Narrative

I dream of a woman with long nose 
To watch spin her eyes and look aside 
Standing flat like them egyptian hos 
Clawing at clothings for loose fibre 
 
To lie me rest in spells of death 
And have me keepingly break all rules 
She'd have God's sword lie in sheath 
And escort me down into germination 
 
Of a woman with carnal knowledge 
Of this world, heaven and places to come 
Of a long nose-came to bridge college 
Of a gap holiness couldn't even fill 
 
O sweet long nose woman of my dream 
Tender touches tend to thrill my mind 
If I could but bath in your nebular stream 
Filled full with your optical and nasal fluid 
 
I still want that one mentioned before 
To make stitches on my crying life 
I'll follow through in rebellion and in war 
and escort her in damnation's paradise

Long Nosed Woman