a downward thrust banana
into peanut butter spread
add not so ripened raspberries
to stale white frozen bread
and butter of an endive
dripping from a stick
pushing yellow mellow custard
through a leaden brick
thrice you laid upon me
and thrice you did get off
and thrice a wetted matrix
and thrice a heavy cough
the days and nights accost you
with a pleated grace
but only God can make a tree
and that’s what bugs the race
1970