5097. YOU'RE SO

YOU'RE SO

You are so then what they call it : raven-haired beauty

with everything wrong, arms and legs a'kimbo, screaming.

Ecstasy such as yours should never know any bounds, and

I am enamored already of the confessional box and the country

preacher listening inside. One of the first sights of the day, and

already you are gone. This pile of snow so wounded and down, 

so cluttered now and baked with grime. Look at how the cars

ride by : gesturing with their headlamps and twirling taillight eyes.